Salvation

By Amber "V" Moonstone

10/18/10

The Sand crunched
beneath winter feet;
as the Wind blew
dark autumn hair.

The Ocean spoke,
with each wave that kissed
the weathered shore,
calling you home.

Sunset illuminated
the darkened clouds,
as if trying to push
lightness back  into you.

The Heavens opened its heart,
accepting all your inequities;
knowing the goodness 
that dwells within your soul.

Seagulls flock,
hovering close to shore,
weathering all storms
with eagerness and love.

Countless nights enfold,
watchful centurions
guard your heart
when finally salvation calls.

Salvation (c)Amber "V" Moonstone