Tomorrow's Tide
On a windswept beach I sit in solitude,
Watching the sun sink into tomorrow.
Brilliant streaks of pink, shot with gray
change with each breath, beauty so intense
my heart aches with longing. wanting it to last
for eternity. At my feet the tide washes
in and out, repeating the ancient pattern
that binds us to the past..this is not new..
it seems a message written in the sand to
be read and erased from memory.. I can
not erase your memory my love..it will be
here with tomorrow's tide.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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