HIGH TIDE
At high tide
I threw my problems into the sea.
The emotions rolling and washing into sand.
Fears, memories and dreams
drown in waves of silver and jade.
When the tide had ebbed a hundred times
and lay neap before my eyes,
I awakened from my peace.
Half buried in the sands of time
I found my memories and dreams once more.
I watched the white froth of salted fears recede
back into the sea.
I will suffer again the pangs of memories.
the pangs of dreams,
the pangs of loneliness.
I will walk that beach many times
casting my troubles again and again
into the waves of high tide.
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