Awakening of the day..............just a story .
In the night the dreams came fast , freely without end and they've left me yet refreshed before the dawn , the sounds within the dream world were but my own storms to suffer and to suffer alone . But awaken I did and outside , only to the freshest morning in years . the window swung slightly on it's rusty squealing hinges and in the wind softly dying away to nothing I heard the waves still . I had left the window open for these sounds and they had lulled my very soul into peace , sleep and solitude .
In the distance I heard the low drone of fog horns still sounding , where last night I thought that they might keep me from sleeping , they actually didn't , they lulled me into a dream filled darkness . across the harbor the fishing village was coming alive ,yet even before the dawn the early risers had set their courses for the distant George's Banks fishing grounds , the local lobster fishermen had motored their diesel engines out through the break waters , circling and drifting at times around the intermittent lobster pots and buoys . Some of the local shops were opening doors and dollying their touristy displays onto the cracked and broken sidewalks or lowering their canvas awnings for the shade from the sun of a new day .
I arose and stood at the window , opening it wide so that I could take in the new day ,pushing back the curtains to both sides , the scent of the sea was the first pleasure to greet me , the sound of the perpetual tides , the froth of sea swept waves swirling around the old wooden piers at the docks , and I knew ........This is where I would stay if I only could , this small northern sea town along the rocky coasts . If only I could ...............here's a poem for you.
Awakening of a day..........
If I could I would stay right here for now
and all my tomorrows
To breathe in these sounds and let go the
all the pains all of the sorrows
There is something about the sea
if only the heart listens
the sea will heal from inside of you too
as the sun and water glistens
In warm summer days or in winter where
the snow melts into the frothing bay
where white earth meets the grey of sea
in monochromes and then stays
I find that my love of the sea is eternal
more than the flesh of a woman earns
for isn't it the sea that asks so very little
and gives so much in returns
Or is it I that has the jaded heart and
yet I'm but a simple man
whatever the reason for this .......I alone am
In all my times here near the waters edge I find
I never want to leave
a new awakening ......a new awakening
yes I have found .......yes I believe