Minds Tides

The trees rustling, sound like the oceans Coming up to shore and going out Slowly calming sounds of the motions Knowing a crab is walking all about My life is also like the oceans Constantly seeking approval of life All we have is our emotions Screaming into our eyes As I’m laying here, not by a beach or a crab But reality is sad, but clear My back is flat as if on a slab Restfully and peaceful, but longing to be there Mind slowly shutting down Darkness claims my body My dreams are spotty But always around. By: Iva Lou DeSiata