the Tide

Here lie my steps, on the doors to the sea
on sand sparkling white under dusk’s fading light
waiting patiently.....
to be consumed by the tide

The sun sets in, the cavities start to fill
and a slow reminiscence begins
backwards.......
of days happy, sad, painful, gay
as each outline slowly melt away
as each tangled thread slowly finds its way

The night takes its throne and with the moon’s guide
the waves work, rooting out all those lines,
all those memories being wiped out clean
tearing all those strings between, well you and me
unshackling, untying me,

the dawn’s here,
majestic rays
fall upon sand sparkling wet grey
the waves are off, tired of nigh’s work
behold, the creature of world a freeborn

a slate set to be rewritten,
rescratched and reabrased
ohh,and then erased
for the morrow by eve's tide again

ahh, life....
you tie new threads to be broken again
you write new songs to be forgotten again