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The Beckoning Waves

December 18, 2014
By StarsdoBeckon SILVER, Lake St.Louis, Missouri
StarsdoBeckon SILVER, Lake St.Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”


Waves lap continuously at the shoreline,
Rising ever higher;
The tide is coming in.   

She has been sitting in one spot
in the burning sand
for the duration of her time here. 

She has watched as light peeked over the horizon,
setting the sky ablaze and
sending golden sparks frenzied into the
waters of this seemingly infinite sea. 

She has watched as the sky first accepted the sun,
that mysterious and golden star,
into it’s sight, letting it
splash light across the realms of the earth. 

She has watched light move slowly across the sky,
dancing across the waves, daring her to leap forward into the tides lapping near her feet.    

She has watched as the sun, the light bearer and night banisher, began its slow descent down the rocky slopes of that cloud filled sky,
casting newfound shadows across the
glistening waters of the sea. 

Now, as darkness sweeps the sky,
moving the last glimmering, shining light to the far corners of the earth,
making room for that seemingly eternal night,
she looks out across the waters of the sea once more. 

What does she dare to glimpse out there in the endless tides?
Opportunity. 
A new beginning.
The end of one age… 

The tides rise, lapping around her feet as she carefully places one solitary foot into the
foaming white water, watching it recede back into place-preparation for another wave. 
She has been fearful, dreadful of the possibilities each new wave could bring to her.
But no more.

She is charged with a boundless electricity,
lit by a fire that will never be put out.
She has become nothing less than a pure, beautiful spark dancing across the water
as she takes her
first steps
into
the
infinite
sea.   

....the beginning of another.  


The author's comments:

This poem was writtena about the coming of age


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