a sweet simple thing

standing on the cusp 
of what was and is to be.

tomorrow's dreaming becomes real - 
while rainy images
puddle in the past.

​splashing under feet, onward, 
together, yet unexpectedly, 
our hope comes true.

newly etched in the sand,
love lines 
unwind expectancy.

from the cliffs ahead spirals a path,
once darkened by expectations
so
urged by undulating ocean waves
we proceed together
into this dream we knew all along -
a new day dawns, 
sun setting 
on
and on we go.

the darkness
remains only a glimpse,
forgotten now,
in the light and new -
accepting we deserve 
the wonder and awe,
this time as before.

standing on the cusp
of what was and is to be.

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