I must now
ebb
The time has
come
to sail my
oceans
Rolling away
from you
like the
waves from the shore
rippling out
to the vastness of the sea
that beckons
my ship of folly
I'll not ask
you
to stand the
night vigil
on the
shoreline
of memory
You are here
on the
beaches of my memory
even though
I drift the tides
If you
should look
into a
starlit night
and see a
reflection of me
know only
that
I will one
day
come
crashing again
to the shore
swept
homeward
by the pull
of the tide
and
you
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