Water’s Edge II: The Tide

I’m on the water’s edge once more

The tide comes in and floods the shore

Bearing gifts of all kinds

Realizations so simple no one finds

The tide rolls back out to sea

And with it sweeps things dear to me

A surge that gave no time to muse

Took things I thought I’d never lose

This undercurrent robbed my soul

And left me mourning on the shoal

As it takes, it does return

This twist of fate I can’t discern

The tide renounced something unique

A lesson surfaced from the deep

A shining jewel in a chest

That lay my every care to rest

The tide is strange and quite bizarre

It takes away from who we are

But as it takes, it does return

The gifts it bears, we must not spurn

© José V. Guerra Awe