The wave goes through the motion,
And with the power of the ocean
Sweeps it all away.
These great powers at play,
But I wonder if he is still there:
Alone with his soul laid bare.
I cast my eyes down in a fearful anticipation,
And look upon the space with a sense of hesitation…
But there is nothing left: he’s gone,
And moved on to the great beyond.
The Wave
Published
JD Poetry 