For Alyssa
New Day
Sun’s set then rise and like the tides
Wax and wane the earth divides
The light the dark and even more
The deep enfolds and cleans the shore
Renew, replenish and endless blue
Clean as slate and shimmering pool
Awaits the stone the ripple maker
Awaits the trail of clouds then later
Surface breaking peacful repose
Blue turned grey with billowing shows
Of wisp and reed bent in the storm
No lighthouse beacon guiding home
‘Til breaking dawn and waters rise
give heed to natures right and sighs
as light to sky as sand to shore
‘Tis new day come and night no more.
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