prettywell

     "Tide" Last night, I took a walk down the beach.    Drifted down to the ocean's edge       Drifting out on the ocean's edge          Listening to the ebb             And flowing my heart                Right back to the waving rhythm.                Then I lay beneath the tideless, cobalt sky             Flecked with opal stars          Holding the polar tide closer than rainwater.       I watered down my restless urge to    Find you and hold you closer than salt on skin. Memory must rub out, until the silver linings    Of all our unlived days unravel and fade themselves.          The