It Comes In Waves

Perhaps we see only as far as our eyes can see
with the sandy grit of soured memories scouring color and depth and intensity.

Is it that the world seems safer in dull black and grey?
Is it that we lose the ability to truly see, hear, taste and feel?
Or do we give it away?

And just maybe it is enough that there are moments of hidden beauty
the surprising scent of fruit trees blossoming
the perpetual twitter and chirp of birdsong
the rays of a long-desired sun peeking through the bed of clouds
a fresh wind rustling new-born leaves
a bulb shyly breaking free . . .

Images and moments that crash upon the dark moments
rolling in and out
like waves upon the shore.