Tides

I stand on the shore

Where dreams crystallize

And throw my hope

Into the sea

I can stand no more

Telling myself lies

I cannot cope

This cannot be

I’ve been here before

Seen it with my eyes

But now I grope

At that filigree

I’ve waged my own war

Seen my own demise

My breadth and scope

My Nth degree

Now I’m much too sore

Much too tired to rise

I sit and mope

For poor old me

But I shut that door

And to my surprise

I find my hope

Waiting for me