The
sunset
waves
.
a
t
.
the
end
.
o
f
.
the
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
wind
whispers
.
f
r
o
m
.
across
.
t
h
e
.
bay . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
.
t
e
l
l
.
me
–
–
everything
will
.
b
e
.
okay . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
.
t
e
l
l
.
me
.
t
o
.
wait,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
the
days
.
w
i
l
l
.
sail . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
tomorrows
–
–
generate
.
o
t
h
e
r
.
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ other
days
.
t
o
.
find
.
a
.
way . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ other
days
.
t
o
.
ease
.
t
h
e
.
pain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ other
days
.
t
o
.
erase
.
t
h
e
.
gray,
.
.
o
r
.
.
make
.
a
.
change . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
create
warmth,
–
–
glimmer,
.
a
n
d
.
grace . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
u
p
o
n
–
–
–
a
future
–
–
tomorrow’s
page . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
tomorrows
.
f
a
d
e
.
todays,
–
–
which
.
f
a
d
e
.
yesterdays . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yes,
tomorrows
.
f
a
d
e
.
todays,
–
–
which
.
f
a
d
e
.
yesterdays . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
day,
–
–
after
day,
–
–
after
day,
–
–
after
day,
–
–
after
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
page,
–
–
after
page,
–
–
after
page,
–
–
after
page,
–
–
after
page . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
there
.
i
s
.
a
place
–
–
where
.
t
h
e
.
sunset
waves
.
a
t
.
the
end
.
o
f
.
the
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
where
.
t
h
e
.
wind
whispers
.
f
r
o
m
.
across
.
t
h
e
.
bay . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
.
t
e
l
l
.
me
–
–
everything
will
.
b
e
.
okay . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
.
t
h
e
.
days
.
w
i
l
l
.
sail . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
new
tomorrows
create
–
–
brighter
places
.
f
a
r
.
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
far
.
a
w
a
y
.
from
.
t
h
e
.
place
.
o
f
.
today.
Reflection: This was an inspiration/hope-themed poem I wrote back in November of 2019 where the affected party presently experiencing a difficult time has the experience, patience, and wisdom to understand that life is comprised by a series of ups and downs – and that things will get better and the challenges of today will seem much smaller and less threatening over time. I played the wonderful song “Sailing” by Christopher Cross in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.