I've sat watching the tide
flow in and out and back again
my reverie has kept me here
spellbound by the mystery
of nature, of life
Have I been so mesmerized
that the tide has left me behind
or have I sat in fear
waiting for the storms
to batter my flesh, my mind,
leave me bruised and bleeding
trying to heal myself
before the next wave hits
and the tide comes in again
(c) 2004 Beiskaldi