Wave Line

an immediate reflection
prompted by Monica's 'Waves'

papa
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Waves of Need

The Lantern of the Gate
seems unchanged by those who pass beneath;
completely ignored in laughing sunlight,
and even by those drawn in beckoning night
as they fumble for the door.

Yet the close flame within
does always flicker with my approaching;
responding more to waves of night's passing
than eager light kissed crests of impending dawn
or my reaching fingers.

Quenching is a ritual
between me and this friend of lonely strangers;
as I do not end its existence against the day,
but salvage its essence and simplicity
upon the shores of need.

Cycles of timeless waves
will return with twilight's renewed yearning;
to wash away the day's regrets in silence
with a sense of purpose like a helping hand --
an extension of self.