A Missed Poem

I look to the sea for truth. Waves In the terrible ocean called certainty, And the anger, Relentless it seems, Dreams simply disappear again and again. Change Seen in the gray mountains That become the high seas. Sailors know this If they are to be believed. And this is how it is with truth, With all its mocking depths - To drown in. Relief From the anger called storm. Peace comes rolling in On a long stretch of calm. Even the sun is as forgiving As the brightness it brings To the gleaming blues and greens Between shore and wide horizon. Between now and then - The different shades of truth.