Progression

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As a cold moon rises

over a maddening sea of thought

I find myself lost

in the rip and flow of its tide

memories thrashing

along the shore

bringing tears

reminding

sometimes taunting

then setting me free.

Estuaries form

creating marked paths

I might choose to follow

because I could never stay

where the echoing water

thunders and crashes

urging me forward

past the waterfall

into the peaceful sunshine

where momentarily

I stop to warm my feet

in the glistening sand

stepping forward to greet

that new land

where reality rises

within the glow

of a gentle summer’s night.