Tidal Dance

 

The tide comes in

The tide goes out

In a dance

Choreographed by the moon

A stage of sand

A dress of the lightest foam

The music

Wind, surf, seagull cries

The longest running ballet

In the history of the world

Ever dancing, ever cycling

On one side of the world,

Then,

On the other

In a superbly smooth

Dance of chance

That isn’t

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I'm seeing the picture in my mind through your delicate words. You bring out such wonderful thoughts and visions with your poem. Beautiful and profound! A delight to read. I'm saving this to my favorites library!