Storm (a poem)

In the velvet black of darkness,

Silence presses close to hear,

A heart breaking a tempo's beat,

Derelict treasure to endear,

Spirit ragged, raking over eaves,

Last spark of vim long spent,

Storm blown away, billows ease,

Free falling back, into the void,

Chorousing sighs, song of relief,

 Moans in breach, freed in the alone,

Cradle rocks the rolling, salty seas,

Time slips to fray memory, atone,

Trouble put to rest, weary of test,

Coursing into lulls, peace returning home.

Published by Wayward Writer

American Author, Entrepreneur, and Free-Thinker.

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