~Tides~

The night sings to me,

Caressing my soul to speak, of

Every emotional tide, to

Rise and fall like ocean waves, that

Peak to crest,

Falling in a sigh at the edge,  

Tides moving,

Gently caressing boundaries,

Like fingers stretching,

Touching,

Gently coaxing,  

Progressing into oceans depth.

 

Copyright © May 23, 2012  C. S. Walls