Comes in waves of energy, <br />will yours be a lifetime <br />riding on one crest <br />or like a surfer <br />will you move on <br />looking for the next? <br /> <br />Is it on one Ocean <br />that each ride will take its form? <br />How strange it’s at its edges <br />and not of its depth is born <br />the passion you are riding <br />from warming dawn to dusk <br />leaving you both empty and forlorn <br />when night time calls your bluff. <br /> <br />And then perhaps you may be lucky <br />to find a deeper depth. <br />If you can keep on riding <br />from the chilling dusk to dawn <br />without tasting the darkness <br />of the empty waves of loneliness <br />which rise and thunder silently <br />on the shores of sleepless nights <br />without the wanted storm.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passion-and-loneliness/
