Surging once
it grew
it spewed
rushing without warning,
flowing out into seas
of uncertainty.

Tides receded
leaving bare
a naked, sparkling shore
surges eased,
meandering till at ease.
flowing streams
into the sea.

Why question it?
it flows,
it goes!
rushing waters,
sediments of sentiments,
carried along,
thronging on.
settling upon tender hearts,
before being lost into the seas of time.


Written By: Garrick Beckles. Copyright ©  March, 2014


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