Morning Washed Ashore

Clouds that gathered in the dark
Amassed above the peak
Withdraw their post without remark
And fade unto the meek

Tides that swell beneath the moon
Bestowing seeds of pain
Fall in shades of deep maroon
Regressing with the rain

Cold that billows in the shade
Resurging from the past
Feels the warmth of day pervade
The murmur of the vast

It matters not how black the night
How dark the midnight shore
Time will pass beneath the light
Of morning washed ashore