A hand simply out of reach

Well my main rule in writing poetry is a poem is like an arrow it has to have a sharp clear point in order to be effective . And the point or lesson is rather simple constantly murming

We were like the tide
drifting away with our
shallow streams
of dreams .
Never really knowing
which way the wind
was blowing .
But as the days
dimmed to dawn
we wake up the
next morning
and they’re gone .
Leaving us alone
with one thing to do
move on .

Author's Note

Well my main rule in writing poetry is a poem is like an arrow it has to have a sharp clear point in order to be effective . And the point or lesson is rather sewn with simplicity
Which is = when you experience loss or wither down back down to a newborn bud you have to remember. This worlds mind is wrapped around the tides of time and time doesn’t stop and wait for you it will just trample over you and be on its way. You just have to learn to move on with it .