WATERFRONT DAWNING

With the calm ardor of
Waves lapsing at the shore; anxious
Thoughts interrupt one another.
Each cries with new force, as if
It were the only one tripping after
Silhouetted forces; resolution of a
Quest not yet begun. She
Hesitates, avoiding affiliation;
Filling voids inept of her
Desire. She passed this place. It's
Everything she has become. Still,
She ventures her soul;
Blanketed by darkness, until she awakes
In mourning.