Out There

Out there,
just over the bruised horizon
is another year disappearing.
Out there on the western edge of remembrance,
something is always disappearing.
I look into this seascape with a forlorn feeling
and yet an enigmatic foretelling.
The curl and crash
of this wave is not the last,
nor the next;
no, many a million ages’ crest
has rushed and collapsed
here on these shores. I’ve memories
to be made and forgotten
of boundless encounters.
I close my eyes
against these night fallen skies.
Our cold gray clouds darken
and weary lids drop.
Another wave,
another deepening shade
and we shutdown. I know.
I know tomorrow will be the beginning
of forever…again.

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