------Waves------

dreams and expectations
ride high 
on the crest of fridays waves
the soul's resignation 
to life's routine drumbeats
becomes a shadow

the child of this day
bright anticipation 

plains of boredom
surrender to heights of excitement
crisp breezes from new horizons
stimulate the mind,
the heart, the body

life renews value

to be sustained
a week, 
        a month, 
                 a year,
                         a life
fridays should last forever

yet waves must rise and fall
and castles disolve to sand

brilliant sunrises, 
beautiful sunsets 
and darkness

a part of the same painting

for without valleys
there would be no peaks