The Ebbing Tide

Silver line that slowly flows,

upon the ground 

without a sound.

It steals my thoughts 

and helps me drift away. 

Broken bands upon the beach, 

tempting throb beyond my reach, 

ebbing tide draws me on and on.

Setting sun takes hold of me, 

pulls me forth on autumn breeze, 

takes my hand 

and leads me from the shore.

Cloudless sky steals life from me, 

upwards I go gleefully, 

morning comes and so begins my day.

Tempting is the birds' first song

heartening as I move along, 

draws the life and soul ... from me.

But I know best, this cycle goes, 

my love, my dreams,

they slowly grow.

I see the circle path that I am on.

So I stand still and wait for you,

the night draws cold, 

the morning dew 

and you return my love 

as life renewed.



(I once chased the love I sought, until I stopped, waited.. and love was caught).