Gone.
Gray clouds blanket the skies,
stretching out to the horizon
removing the blue hope from the water
and covering the guide to the West.
In search of peace and clarity -
feet thrust into the shallow depths
gray foamy waves crash
with fresh uncertainty
until the cold blade
of the water's pain stabs
at the ankles of those lost -
shining certainty through the opaque
cloud cover, disrupting it's totality,
breaking the spell of the waves'
distant dull thunder;
welcoming back reality
and the weight of what is left,
while providing sharp relief
with the aching cold.
Lighter now for the loss.
Return.
