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The Tides Of March
Colette M. Friedman
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Tides moving, move me from shore to sea
To a distant land of what is now gone, and what has come to be
Tides rushing, rolling, then flowing away
Away, like dusk, what is endless night, gone yet another day
Washing away many moments, once captured, gone like erosion in the sand
Many memories, many grains, now flow freely from my hand
I wish to see, to touch the dark, to feel its calm, to quiet the soul,
Quiet me, hide my thoughts from all conscience of role
Feeling only the mystery of the unknown
Holding the hand of the child all grown
Quite the crimson, quiet the night
Quiet the mind from all noise and light
Peace and calm, not a distraction in sight
I am here, hear me, hear my plea
As I stand ashore allowing only the tides to move me
Move me, move me to some distant shore and sea
Away, away from all that binds and begs to restrain me
I wish to flow, flow for another chance
A whispering prayer, an angelic dance
To be new with all I hold within me
The freedom to create, a chance to just be
A single grain tossed out into the deep dark sky
Without knowledge of purpose or reason why
away from the temperamental pulse of the wind and sea
Fresh again, anew, full of opportunity to just be
To flourish within the realm of why I was created you see
To finally nurture the birth of all that is me
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