I’m on the water’s edge once more
The tide comes in and floods the shore
Bearing gifts of all kinds
Realizations so simple no one finds
The tide rolls back out to sea
And with it sweeps things dear to me
A surge that gave no time to muse
Took things I thought I’d never lose
This undercurrent robbed my soul
And left me mourning on the shoal
As it takes, it does return
This twist of fate I can’t discern
The tide renounced something unique
A lesson surfaced from the deep
A shining jewel in a chest
That lay my every care to rest
The tide is strange and quite bizarre
It takes away from who we are
But as it takes, it does return
The gifts it bears, we must not spurn
© José V. Guerra Awe
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