Perfection Born

I wrote so many,

  in hope of one

 

A lyrical surfer,

  his wave to come

 

One verse to ride,

  the search complete

 

And all eternity

  within my reach

 

As the quiet ended

  in a thunderous roar

 

The wait was over,

  its message pure

 

All judgment past

  and future scorned

 

A timeless swell

  —perfection born

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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