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.
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