Tidal Motion

Sol waves a forlorn goodbye

to last kiss of sunlit aquatic dreams,

The spellbound majesty of the full moon

draws the tides to its blonde pulchritude

heaving bosom of the ebb and flow

creeps in white billows of foam

up the walkways where no footsteps

tread until the morrow dawns again

in harmony with the flow of life

washing clean the travesties of man.

Sleight of hand of tidal motion chanting

we are the magic, wiping grains of sand

from your weary eyes of pain and suffering -

a fresh wash of tears from the swelling seas.