A Constancy

A Constancy

Under the moonless night he wandered,

As lost as you or me,

Until at last he foundered,

By the edge of the incessant sea.

An ancient treasure he found there,

Though he did not know what it could be.

Still, he closely attended the sound there,

At the shore of the insistent sea.

A troubled mind he had with him,

Though once he had been carefree.

Now he lost himself in the rhythm,

Of the infinite sea.

His shoulders too long bent with care,

And the drains of inhumanity,

He didn’t know what he would find there,

On this beach of the inviting sea.

So, he sat in silent contemplation,

Until he finally forgot all that could be,

And only observed the sound of his station,

Here on the shore of the incomparable sea.

There he sat in silent selfdom,

Wondering at empty efficacy.

And just who or what had now helped him,

Sitting there by the efficient sea.

Then he let the world rhythm soothe him,

Learning to let thing be as they be,

Knowing nothing would ever remove him,

From the peace of the constant sea.

Cliff Lake 7/18/2024

CliffSongs