Waves of Time
Some nights are waves that crash deep
into the sands of the shoreline;
They force the dunes back
and forever leave proof of their existence in the sand.
Some nights are subdued waves
that gently kiss the shoreline to sleep-
These waves make the serene music
that fills not the ears but the soul.
But occasionally, there is a building wave
that grinds stones and shells together,
Forming the beautiful silk foundation
for nights to come.
For, without each grain of sand,
as miniscule as they may seem,
There would be nothing
for waves to kiss to sleep.
Nothing for these waves
to press their crisp waters into,
This type of wave writes crashing nights
into the ocean of time.
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