High Tied

Swelling, falling, rising, crashing

So are the waves of the sea

Meekness and respect at low tide

Passion and strength at high

Should, I wonder, the sea long for that feeling?

The intimacy of connecting to the sands

Alas, it cannot be high tide always

As the sands need their separation

Devotedly the sea respects its wishes

regressing away into low tide

How, I ask, can the sea contain itself

Longing, wanting, desiring, needing

The feeling of high tide once again?
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