Water/ Untitled

The counterpart to one of my earlier poems (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Amjos/1866388/)

I am the sea, I am the tide

never know where I will strike,at times I'm high, at times I'm low

but always back to land I go

its wind and moon that keep me moving 

the wind is free, the moon is ruling

so I am waiting for a storm,

for me to break out and reform

if just a breeze can carry you

I'll need a tempest to be lifted, I need mother nature shifted

and in the end we're not so different

there are no borders to our being, always coming back yet fleeing

Though you are of a lighter kind

quick out of sight and travel light

I go rather slow and steady

sometimes I touch your shores already

but every drop of water fades 

in the everlasting mass of grains

I am the sea, I am the tide

Maybe I rise when time is right, Maybe I find a beach of sand

Or cliff's of stone are where I strand

Author's Note

The counterpart to one of my earlier poems (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Amjos/1866388/)

Reviews

[Alecia]

BRAVO!!!!!! this is amazing!

[Jstmds]

Thank you a lot! I'm glad you enjoyed the read