I sit on the sandy seashore
my feet cooling
in the rising tide,
watching the sun melt
onto the horizon
where tomorrow hides.
I listen to the caress
of evenings gentle embrace,
feel inevitability
pulling, pushing,
as the sky,
burned then bruised,
heals today with
its merciful grace.
Then the night engulfs me,
rocks me into dreams,
where peaceful lullabies
float through my soul
soothe my pains
in endless streams.
My mind granted respite,
my body gifted restoration,
I will rise in the morning
like a new day’s sun,
bright and strong
with life’s perpetuation.

M. Zane McClellan

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