Waves

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Throughout your whole life,
and never far away,
    waves are breaking on the shore.

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Each one following the next, heaving themselves
effortlessly upon the sand and rock,
exploding in noise and fuming rage
before receding back into spent foam, 
    into grace.

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They never stop.

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And though you are far away,
and though your mind is on another watch,
all upon these shorelines the waves
beat out their relentless song.

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They ask for no audience
but will consume all who turn an ear to listen -
even Brother Time, 
    who arrives in his rags
and pauses for that briefest of moments 
    that becomes an eternity.

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It will never change – that song -
that voice that are a thousand voices
raised in a single chorus of hushed echoes.

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That song will never change – though you might.
And though change as you will, 
and as you must,
and though love and life may knock at your door,
do not discount the song of the waves -
for it is sung for you - 
it is yours to hear.

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    That melody of solace that will never fade.

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DG