When my day is spent and
night air fills my space,
I take my thoughts for a walk.
I know Summer has lost its hold,
when Autumn works its magic gold;
leaves turn then fall -
a sign seasonal change is in the air.
I take my thoughts to heart,
walk and muse upon life’s tale.
Its twist and turns occupy my mind,
as I walk the beach alone.
My head is listening to my heart,
Wisdom calls from deep, asking for peace.
The Past is past. Now is now -
what do I wish to keep?
Full moon looks down, stars too,
as I lie upon the beach. Staring up,
I address the moon - face to face -
and speak my words of love, hurt and
loneliness aloud.
I cast them out - out - to the deep, rough sea.
The air is chilly, as I slowly walk the beach.
No one else in reach,
to bring a sense of judgement to my speech.
I shout my thoughts, aloud,
for ocean waves to catch them in their magic roar.
As speech tumbles from my troubled heart,
I imagine them afloat in my prayer boat.
I drop them in, and pray “Ride the surf to the end.”
Because I’m a fellow who trusts ‘Time’
will mend a broken-heart, even though Hope
be in Winter’s grasp, release
will come through Spring’s bursting ray
to kick-start life again.
I turn my head, searching for clues,
of a-loneness.
The moon-face winks to me, filling me
with warmth so free.
Alone….yet, not a-lone.
I spoke my troubled heart
to the surf’s roar, on this lonely,
windy New Zealand beach!