the tide washes on the beach
my lover and I walk hand in hand
in a dream that used to be
sand dollars that lay broken
rest underneath my feet
days gone by rest resolutely
on tides that softly sweep
so many days pass quickly
tides ebb and then they flow
and memories of yesterday
will come and they will go
on a sandy deserted beach
love falters out at sea
and tides of passion wash
over
all that used to be
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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