Midnight Surf © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Midnight surf

The midnight surf calls out to me,
in breathy whispers, feather soft;
'Come, feel the waters of the sea,
Come, dance upon each wave aloft! '

How do I dare reach for the shore?
Where palm tree shadows toss and turn;
Where I have never gone before,
Where waters dark will roil and churn.

My trembling feet, they lead me on,
down to the waiting, sifting sand;
And there I stop, to greet the dawn,
My heart is firm, at home, on land.

For every dark night has a dawn,
when every mind will be reborn.