Comes in waves of energy, br will yours be a lifetime br riding on one crest br or like a surfer br will you move on br looking for the next? br br Is it on one Ocean br that each ride will take its form? br How strange it’s at its edges br and not of its depth is born br the passion you are riding br from warming dawn to dusk br leaving you both empty and forlorn br when night time calls your bluff. br br And then perhaps you may be lucky br to find a deeper depth. br If you can keep on riding br from the chilling dusk to dawn br without tasting the darkness br of the empty waves of loneliness br which rise and thunder silently br on the shores of sleepless nights br without the wanted storm.