|After the Storm, Playa Blanca, Lanzarote, March 2013|
All night long we heard the crash and roar of waves upon the rocks,
Reaching a crescendo at dawn and encroaching on our dreams.
With the rising of the sun, came the lulling of the storm,
And an end to restless sleep and fears of shipwrecks.
We clung to the lifeboat of hope and the rafts of a new dawn,
The driftwood of despair now buried in the shifting sands.
Time to open the shutters and breathe the salty air of a new day,
Feel the hushed breath of the balmy breeze.
A new day begins; the warmth infuses our morning bones,
We stretch and listen sleepily to the calm, familiar lapping waves.
And now we smile and knowingly admit our thoughts,
Safe at last, we share a smile of confidence and relief.
© Marilyn Brindley
Linking to Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales