~ Tides ~
Tides are surrendered themselves,
to the gravity of the Sun,
rising-and-falling-
behind the Moon.
And as it sets aside the inevitable,
grace abides in the overt nature, of love,
finding its refuge in the eminent fortune, of things to come.
And so knowing true love is to accept its hand, and dance felicitously, mid its reflection.
What is more beautiful to have, "Perfect" conditional beauty, or the beauty, of an unconditional unity?
Because whether rising up or cascading down, all roads end somewhere, sometime, eventually.
So then, now-I-know ... given the facts, what my choice is to be ... !
Like the tides ... I will live ... !
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
