Transformation

Transformation

There was a rogue wind come up like a sneaker wave
from a direction never known by other prevailing winds

A darkness that floods in to storm with a wholly rage
purging a deep sea of blackness and shadow

Incoming tide from deepest oceans black with light
suffusing the bright arising fountainhead upheaval
with a total metamorphosis  in the convergence

A sky of memory, a fiery light and sorrow
coalescing torrents into cleansing verses 

and worthy life ,  deluging the sands and broken hills
beyond   the   great   sodden   shoreline

Broken off pieces of sand washed sky diamonds
and stardust memories, flowing together
in  the  arising  seas ;

accumulations swim and swirl,
conjoining the lingering union 

left  behind  the  surge
in the tide-pool fusion

A starfish peacefully tarrying 

in the saline confluence let be ―

Hope’s sown seeds of heaven’s light

                           ✩

© Harlon Rivers... December 21. 2016

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