Tides of Life
I laugh a lot.
I cry a lot.
Visions of greatness frequent my thoughts.
Why must life be a cycle of day and night?
A swell of joy and an ebb of tears
That wash over the wreckage of a life-
Smashed on the rocks of fate.
And tomorrow is another day.
Another day.
Another ship,
Or the same ship that was never wrecked...
Again?
The rainy season gusts and sprays
And my life is almost shipwreck.
The dry season passes silent
With a gull scream overhead.
I sit silently.
It is a good day for sailing.
I laugh a lot.
I cry a lot.
YourThoughts?
(Minutia)
This entry was written by Jesse on Friday, September 3, 1999 at 9:15 PM and appears in the Retrospection chapter. The previous article was entitled, "Beauty in the Ordinary", and the next entry is called, "Hollow Ornaments". Bookmark the permalink, save it to del.icio.us or Digg it.
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