Emotions raging from the crest of a fallen
wave, trying to resurrect, the foam, the salt
and the spray, back to the majesty that once
ruled the grey.

An unfortunate tide brought about its demise
on the shores of my dreams, swirling gently
at my feet, never to rise as itself again. The
hurt subsides - but never fades.

We share conversation tonight, the wave and
me, with sage advise coming from the distant
moonlight. He's been there longer than us
and so respectfully we lend him a ear.

Hear all about, confidence and the mighty
shall rise again, weep not he says, your
tears are in vain, the struggle was worth it
but now having ended you rule again.

Was it his soothing glow, or the warmth
of the wine, that made us swim in hope.
And as we gathered the last strands of
our dreams we felt him turn the tide again.