Poetry
Waves Of Our Time
The line… Emerging waves roar their intentions, harmonizing with the unpredictable rhythms of the tides. Humanity, a complex and often contradictory creature, treads through the debris of our existence—sometimes trudging through the remnants of our past conflicts. Our spirits are perpetually restless, ceaselessly seeking meaning amidst the ephemeral dust of our time. Each day, our voices amplify, and perhaps in our fervour to assert our intentions, we sometimes overwhelm the very essence of the discourse. This poem, crafted for the book *The Blue Light*, is one of several pieces that grapples with the profound themes woven throughout that narrative. I acknowledge the influence of Grayson Wolfe, a pseudonym I toyed with adopting for a significant period. *Waves of Time* serves as a stylized reflection on our past, exploring the currents that have shaped our present and hinting at the possibilities that lie ahead in the waves of our time. A wise person once spoke on a mountain top…One who ignores history…is required to relive its depths.
Large ones, small ones, some with peaks, others not so much
Emerging waves shout their intentions…. voicing with the tides
Waves are life, and they are death; they have a birth, and they have light
They carry the breath of the sea…. the heartbeat of the sea
Waves humble mountains and create the sands of our time
Scribed that humanity crawled from the sea’s waves
Time of creation, surfing the power of a wave to a unique garden
Humanity chose the undulating waving path of a serpent
Scribing the force of one wave forever to a promise never fulfilled
Waves of 40 days and 40 nights vanquished all wickedness
No secrets escape in vapor as carved on high-in stone tablets
At the end of humanity, repeating waves will cast aside our times
Our footsteps struck from the sands of our shells
A blue wave dawning inception of new life from the sea
Renewal once more, to absolve what came before
In its vapors, foam, and whispers, a message carried
The pathway of life, a teacher’s lessons to be learned
These cresting waves voice to satisfy one’s thirst
Its breath reflected in the sparkling morning light
The end is the genesis, the origin, the coming
In the light of blue waves evermore
