He envisions time reversed
as if he hears
his own heart beating
rhythm instinct
to his tide
washing out to sea
he pauses to the waves
swallowing his pride
he adjusts to persuasion
his hand begins to quiver
realizing his glory
is yet to come
to reckon with his spirit
he acknowledges
he is the commander
of his battle
to move ahead
of all the wars
he has led
©morningsun
M