On The Beach At Two Am Poem by Allan Thorne
On The Beach At Two Am
The tide slips silently out
As the fog glides gently in
Smothering, one by one
The lights of the ships in the harbor.
What was distinct becomes diffuse
Hard edges blurring away to nothing,
Just as the forms and structures
Of my old life have gone;
Fading out, fading away.
Certainty gives way to mystery
Purpose and plans and goals
Smothered one by one
By the silent gentle Now.
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