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Some Tides cannot be resisted or ignored |
Slow Tides Crashing as the waves weigh in, my thoughts, they ebb and flow With memories both gone and been, lost to the undertow Cold hard ground I opted for, for fear of a chance; a place I'd never wanted more, a space graced for a dance A dance rehearsed alone so well, a dream to even be To be beneath a cotton bell, to be inside... to see Yet still the mind, it plays such tricks ... makes you doubt your worth Longstood fears, things that stick, choosing cold, hard earth Enveloped in an Angel's shawl, fell... risen on cold nights Building slowly to a crawl, bleeding in low light Waving, drowning in such thoughts, such memories wash back, with all the things that went unbought, caught up in the black With notions left a step behind, as moons pull all the more Whilst currents ebb and flow, remind, in oceans deep, unsure Waiting for our bottle back, our message to the sea, to be returned, so where we lack, can maybe hope to be Answered for the cry it is, encoded rough on maps Where 'X' marks spots, so hit or miss, disquised as useless scraps Scraps forlorn and choppy, rough, washed back with the surf A wartorn carbon copy, scuffed, eked out on cold hard earth with vagaries, we hope we've lost, In water... clear blue Careless souls, left counting costs, decoded far from true Stretches marked across our shores, across their width and breadth When cold hard earth is marked in scores, its hard to gauge the depth with past lives spent neath cotton bells, beneath an Angel's shawl, far away from sand and shells, and still, the Siren calls In memories, such thoughts have clout ... too much... sometimes... alone with waves still crashing in and out, unbidden... far from home |