A Wave

Descending.

Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

Ripples radiate from the centre Of my heart in vibration A tiny seed of doubt is sown Leaving a strange impression.

Sometimes the tide of my emotions Are touched by subtle seas Set off by electrical oscillations A zephyr, then a breeze.

Wind can gather strength Once alive, it is wild and free Then it whips up a groundswell From far out in the sea.

On the sea of heartbreaks White horses gallop by The flotsam and the jetsam Swell past my mind’s eye.

I look for calmer waters An oasis in the ocean Quiver in anticipation Seeing surges in slow motion.

Is it a dream that drifts by? To places on foreign shores Washed into oblivion By waves my mind explores.

I saw a wave that sent a signal Was it a flag of destiny? A way to stop the surge of waves Descending over me.

©

David Rudder 2026

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.