Low Tide
The creative ebb and flow
Where have you gone, oh beloved sea?
Have you found another shore to sing your songs to?
This world is vast with mystery and wonder, yet steadfast, I remain.
No contempt, no blame, nor malice resides within.
How I long to hear your sweet melody once again.
The lost soul with their worries may find rest upon my bosom, soothed into infinity with your song and dance. Together, we are the attraction.
“It’s low tide!” The seagull proclaims! Trepidation expires, apprehension dissipates, hope awakens for I know you shall return to me again
