A small place,
a lone space
my prayers do I say.
Then seagulls come and join me
we rush to our play.
The sun comes up glowing
and gentle winds rise.
I stand on my own
yet learn from the wise.
Do not take too much
do not leave here cold.
Embers now glowing
will pepper your soul.
Return every time
your heart becomes wet.
And find all the lone space
that heals your regret.
On the solitude of a beach, just as the sun did rise, I discovered, for just one moment, a bit of inner peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this poem dcrelief.
Klahanie,
ReplyDeleteYou're very welcome; thank you for reading and commenting. dcrelief