The Treasured Shore

Again I rush to meet my Fate,
In the restless sea of Being.
The headwind grows so strong and great,
The waves hit harder, on my cheek stinging.
The sun in its embrace burns my skin,
Losing all softness, it becomes harsh and thin.
And every day becomes more dear,
Filling the loneliness of nights with meaning clear.

The waves leave loudly astern,
A cold, rocky shore — not my home, I learn.
Storms and hurricanes block my way,
To carry life's heavy load, day by day.
But after the storm, there will be calm again,
And time to recover, to ease the pain.
To gather the remnants of my strength in a fist,
And go forward, where the treasured dawn exists.

Calm comes only before the gale,
The wind tears foam from the stormy swell.
The seasons will change their eternal tale,
And again the monsoon will shift its swell.
By the will of the Waves of Fate and the Wind of Wandering,
I'm carried by day's light and night's starry shroud.
Across all latitudes, through every storm and thunder,
All my life I search for my treasured shore of happiness, out loud.