Thirty Nine

As markets crashed and wild fires spread
Fresh waves of doubt splashed in my head
So seas of promise turned to sands
And snuffed the flame of future plans
Then darkness warmed to fragile day
My scattered ruins left on display                   
And though rebuilding had begun
It took some time to find the sun
Now as the year draws to a close
The icy water melts and flows
I cut the rope and trust to time
Upon the ocean thirty nine

Wayne Visser © 2009


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