The tide arrived at night
It swirled around my head
It found the vault, where memories are kept
As the tide reached that sacrosanct shore
Bringing storms, spinning truth, distorting reality
What was once mine, was no longer mine to keep
So I opened the vault, and threw away the key
Swept off my feet, the tide carried me last night
Leaving only sea prints in the sand
I woke this morning, free, adrift, whole
the sea, my healer, found a tide
that brought me home, to love again.
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
Beautiful.
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Thanks Tracy. It was a tumultuous night!
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Aww! This is lovely.
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Thank you! Glad you liked it!
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My pleasure.
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As you speak of sea and tide, the poem also flows, great achievement. But even more it is so refreshing.
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Thank you so much, Paul. I write spontaneously and then think, hmm that looked like a first draft! lol
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No, leave it, leave it, don’t tinker, lol.
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Naive expression has its own charm, I guess! lol
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