Her waves rise & fall
like the ocean-
a dim blue light
glowing in the distance
and a violin is playing,
I can’t hear my own thoughts.
but I hear what she’s saying
This melody sounds
oddly familiar-
Because it sounds
like my own song,
Like an echo of laughter
the mood is lifted,
and the blue light is forgiven,
Like my past – like my present,
and yet these crests crash
into my mind again-
Her waves rise & fall
like the ocean,
Offering a greater understanding
of my own reflection,
Of false expectations –
Of how this pain I carry
is but a single drop in
this epiphany –
As a brand new notion
washes over me,
& her waves rise & fall
like the ocean.
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 