Thursday, February 16, 2012

A Poem Draft

Tide

The thoughts of mind in swiftness rise to peak
upon a sandy shore where gilding sun
makes bright the line of strand, a flowing thread
that wafts across the beach; they then return
and flee away in fright or timid awe,
their own audacious height unmanning them.
And on return they wonder if their rush
had led them into folly; abstract shore
eludes again the waning flow and wave
and senses rule -- until the turn of tide.