The Waves Wash Over…

The Eternal Wave by Radhika Mukherjee

The Eternal Wave

How many times does the wave have to lash the shore to wash my mind clean?

There is a secret buried deep,

An enchantment dark and proud.

 

Here, in the space between infinities, awash

Was perhaps a space of rest,

Of respite and resolution.

 

The quiet lull I sought,

Not your shatter,

Not my noise.

 

The dark beckons a little too deliciously

A little too dangerously,

The melody sweeps me up.

 

Clothed in the lightest of gossamer

That wants to melt away,

I welcome the unknown, unafraid.

 

Dark and light all mixed up

Half magic, half hope,

In this twilight land, we can finally become us.

 

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