High Tide
image by Nyktalgia
High tide;
The moon has sighed;
Destiny is at your side,
Confusion whispers;
Sweet nothings,
Conversations only god should hear
Then I sit
Or I stand here
Double checking the promise of
Thoughts left behind ,
Where are all your marbles,
In this life;
The ink is slick and wet;
I quirk my brow
I am perplexed
For it is high tide;
And the moon
Bellows
For I am a child once more.
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