Rhythm of a Distant Song

The storms were strong with the wind fierce and the waves high Always trying to stay afloat, to not drown and try to learn to fly Survival became a way of life, to make it through opposing current While I spoke the truth, they lashed at me, twisting what I meant It was cold, so cold, many times in the middle of the dark night When everything good, seemed to be completely out of sight Then one day when the sun did rise, he suddenly came along I could hear the rhythm of a soothing, comforting, distant song The waters calmed like a mirror of glass, I could see reflections It had been so long and I didn’t have the usual objections It was different as the scenery slowly evolved and changed As I adapted to new things and my thoughts were rearranged Although without wings, I was flying, but no longer alone Across the sphere of clear skies, where the wind had blown Heidi Sands 9/28/17