Waves! Waves! Waves!

I have these waves inside me,

Old salty icy thoughts

Like tired bricks and clocks

All clean and washed,

Clearing severe ways

Rushed back to the sea.


Rays! Rays! Rays!

They’re running into me,

From the moon and the sun

Unseen, strange, unsung

Falling in my space

In unheard ecstasy.


With the solid froths gone

Felt a little bit alone,

Wondered what will I do

This image seemed untrue.


Standing in the beam,

Now a revealing company

A constant flowing stream

The image cracked and changed

I’m fully charged, engaged

For my truest new journey.

© supratik 2023
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