She's Sure
She withdraws again
Her temperamental tide
Her wavering retreat
Her natural divide.
He must wait again
The patient one, he lies.
And all that she had sated
He slowly leaves to dry.
Both know she'll return
But she's sure she won't stay.
For Mother's hand dictates:
From the land, sea moves away.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2011
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