Where Tides once Gossiped

Where tides once gossiped for many an hour about what lovers share; like grapes gone sour, the strong opinions o’ friends will minds devour. A reputation guarded against smut and smiles that’s ever radiant abut the cultivated, fertile soil and glut. A gentle breeze that ruffles the recall of memories that bleed freely, then stall at the precipice of confession – they fall. Now fervour spent and mutinous thoughts gel in favour of peace; not a too hard sell before the final call by clamorous bell. As welcome waves engulf the thoughts and sweep recall away, nostalgia recedes to weep.