Further Shore

Over the unbroken fetch the southerly breeze
raises the channel in wind driven swells.
Passing through rumpled water
the wind forms surge in rounded layers
seeking comfort of the rock-bound shore.
Like those waves that traverse my soul,
where memories older than life
push to find form in the ocean
that rises and falls within
as surely as a beckoning sea.
Longing to step into the swell
and take flight with the wind,
I follow a surge to the further shore
on strength of the inner tide.


 


1 Response » to “Further Shore”

  1. Barb Cox says:

    It reminds me I still can not remember things but I am still trying.

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