The Last Wave
sometimes waves crash
or glisten in early light
sometimes just run
but a caged life
broke her ways
and buried somewhere
lies a little heart
hidden is shadows
and greedy spirits
but still a heart
shared with new
loving, gentle friends
who will miss her
between their memory
and a big dream
no more back and forth
high or low tides
just tiny waves
of thunder
forever
©J.Crow 02/09/01
Joe and Sampson Moonstar