Weary

Once the waves start to run for shore,
I know i could not ask for more
It's like coming home
from a stormy day
in the middle of summer, in May

I know i'll be at peace
Once i get there
Cradled like a newly-born human
Serenity, a heavenly feeling
After the dreadful war
Inside, the battle within and without

I'll lie in space
A temporary suspension in mid-air
The wind carrying my weary frame
After the fiercest battle
I'll soar in oblivion
From whence comes my foolish emotion
So tired and weary
But i'll be, i'll be happy

by Pete Zaesar Galula

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