Coming Down
"I will wait for you"
Echoing through labor cries
Not sensed correctly
Destination set
Result of love's labors won
Before it begins
The path completed
Though not visible from here
Forest from the trees
All this worrying
Sums to nothing but worry
Natural byproducts
The stress washed away
Wave after wave on the shore
Beach reached regardless
"May her voyage ease"
"Then in ease you must voyage
Your seas are the same"
The tide washes out
The moon is not forgotten
Nor is her return
A new reservoir
With promise of new reserves
As they are needed
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