The Tide by PoetryGrrrl
When the tide nibbles at my toes
and the salty breeze
brushes its fingers through my hair
and whips my skirt around my ankles
I feel that all is right in the world
I wish that the sun would never stop shining
I wish I could sit here and watch the waves crash forever
Watch the gulls circle all day long
and the shoreline showly recess
watch the water creep up
until there is no beach
just me and the lake
But time closes in on me
the sun begins to sink
the breeze grows cooler
and blows the sun down to where
blue meets blue
alas, I must go
too soon,
far, far too soon
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