Where The Wave Finally Broke And Rolled Back Poem by Kale Beaudry

The shadowed roses drop, uncut and premature
floating gently down to the concrete,
an overcast sky moves overhead.
The ocean wave brings forth the salt, an ebb and flow
of the souls that go up and below,
a single bone points straight at your heart.
Light and dark, the sun and moon, a philosophy
nothing more than a rabid allusion,
choose the how and why as your path shines.
Multiple stars in the universe, awaken
to notice the different ways of life,
different thoughts of the most wrong belief.
A fallacy unconquered by humanity.