Rising Change, Tempered Falls
December 28, 2009
The waves remind him of continual change.
Born at sea where moon meets water
They rush towards shore,
Kamikaze waves bent on making one last stand.
White-walled faces arise out of sapphire sea
And then, amongst cousins, face the harsh realities
Of the tempered sand awaiting.
The rise, the fall, the hiss, the backwards crawl
And its over just as it began,
Another time, another wave
Time forever marking one after another,
Change continual,
And there is no need for fear.
