On the Backs of Waves

The whisper comes to me,
riding on the backs of waves
in a glassy sea as the light
appears in the distance,
a sign of hope under heavy clouds
a reminder that the distance is only
a moment and the darkness
only momentary
And my heart, though scarred,
hears the Truth and recalls
that Poets
and Dreamers
are idealists,
gifts birthed in reverie,
in hope and
airy harmony,

and they must rest
within the Light.

-KJ Roe