Smooth Away

Though we were weary from a long day's work,

Though the sun sagged and cast the world in silhouettes,

We went together to the lookout at the island's edge,

Huddling close in the warm comfort of each other's arms,

And watched slow swelling waves break shocking white,

Against velvety black stone, ancient and unyielding.

Spouts of salty spray burst from the caves below,

Faded softly into faint, tapering mists,

As the assaulting waves drew back in demure trails of lace.

The cove's dark formations cut stark and harsh,

In jagged contrast to soft remaining frame of rose light.

The ocean slides a soothing hand over crumbled crevices,

Eternal in its rhythm as it gently smooths away,

The sharp and jagged points crusted over our hearts,

Slowly removing the collected stresses of the earlier day.

We stood together until the twilight finally faded away,

Replaced by the rich, absorbing darkness of night,

While the soothing roar of Ocean continually played,

Singing its song to us and the old volcanic stone.

Time and the foamy waves slowly, ever so slowly,

Smoothing the jagged edges away.