reach

stand on the whitecaps

that jut up from the darkness,

and reach with trembled wet palms.

 

reach hard

 

to rescue the silver winged laughter

tossed about on changeless grey winds

 

of a tornadic heart’s

detonation.

 

the heat from such a belligerent blast

could melt the sorrow of all saints,

and decimate the hatred of all villains.

 

even so, truly pure intentions are indestructible,

and truly humble souls bend so deep

that they will never break.

 

some pleasures are worth their painful costs.

some treasures refuse to remain lost.

some eyes are too innocent to look away.

some days, a lifelong stray becomes a momentary savior.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Nate]

Thematic ark lives in last lines.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Last lines are words to live by.