The Cleansing

The waves lap serenely,
A soft swishing
The only sound.
Racing into rivulets,
Forming miniature
Oceans in the tracks
Of one who has passed

This way before me.
A velvet soft glow
Of ghostly hue
Define the swells,
Rendering them
Almost unreal.
The same radiance
Shapes also each step:
Bodiless feet on
The wet night sand,
Fading swiftly into
The anonymous night.
My thoughts soften,
Ending the struggle
 
I had come here with.
Lonely or just alone?
Single or solitary?
The words blend,
Lose their harshness,
And I feel relief.
The peace of the sea
Settles on me once again,
And I am free.

Copyright 1989 J. Montgomery