Storm-Calmed Sea

 

Soft whispers of a sadness dwelling
Come calling again - rising, swelling.
It appears an old friend, an old foe,
Speaking softly in a voice of woe.
I welcome it with reluctant arms,
Falling again to bittersweet charms.
I feel the comfort, feel the pain,
Like cold but gentle autumn rain.
Sorrow - dusky ray of failing light -
Traces my skin and fades to night.
The noises cease their frantic screech,
Edged out and muted by words oblique.
Familiar heartache spreads over me,
Rising and falling - a storm-calmed sea.