Waves Language
The waves roll again
I hear them roaring, crashing with a language,
Of their own
Misinterpreted, cold, rushing, always rushing
To reach the shore
I watch, I listen, but I don’t want to hear anymore
Always misunderstood
Words carried on bright crests, curling into fury instead
The shore is empty, until the water retreats
The aloneness becomes peace once again
As the seagulls stop screeching
The truth is delicately written in the sand
Only to be seen by those who understand
Before it is washed away
Never twisted into lies, just churning with the tides
Heidi Sands
12/17/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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