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)