Morning Rain Forgiven

Wind-swept by the lighthouse, black shapes

Unsheathed in the pellets of rain, jaded hearts

Undaunted by the sea’s inclemency; their embrace

Opened up to the turquoise inquisition, lashing

Claws at eternity’s rocks, breaking shards a sign

Of pent-up resentment; bitterness echoing

To the thunder above and underneath a leaden sky

Rain sympathized with a fervor and the storm howled along—

Yet they stood, undeterred, spirits unbroken,

Pillars of hope amidst the tempest, pity in one eye,

In the other, a memory of the placid sea,

Remnants of a life in a dream, an unending requiem

To that what will be lost if not for a sparkle in the sky,

A pause during a sigh, a whisper amidst the cry, a favor

For those who wish to try; a glance toward those who

Stand to forgive the pain, remind us, it’s not all in vain,

Forgive the morning rain—it’ll bloom in noon, at night,

Under the silent moon, life will be fair once more,

Soothe the rage and despair, embrace the ones who care,

Spirits who’ll bear you down the aisle of your disdain

And show you a world worthy of a frame.

Inclement sea, we thus implore, on bruised knees,

With shivering arms wide open, cease the thunder

And the terrorizing gaze, your roaring monologue,

Slip into the solemn slumber of your wisdom,

Deep underneath the elegance that you withhold,

We hope for your mercy for our sins, crude and cold.