Morning Washed Ashore

Clouds that gathered in the darkAmassed above the peakWithdraw their post without remarkAnd fade unto the meek

Tides that swell beneath the moonBestowing seeds of painFall in shades of deep maroonRegressing with the rain

Cold that billows in the shadeResurging from the pastFeels the warmth of day pervadeThe murmur of the vast

It matters not how black the nightHow dark the midnight shoreTime will pass beneath the lightOf morning washed ashore