As I stand on the beach, watching the waves in and out,
I wonder of the opportunities, I've had throughout
The ebb and flow of the ocean tide,
Calling me gently, as if Neptune had lied
Down toi rest, for a nap or for slumber
No time for plesantries, not even for a number
Of creatures to slip from the brine
As they start moving towards the sands of time.
I remember a moment, not past or current
Could it be of the future, yet I'd rather it weren't
An issue to ruin this beautiful night
The sky responding with a twinkle... As if it could hear of the plight
Of its child, whom down on the shore wanted repose from this task
And agreed to guard him, at long last
The cluthes of the ocean of his tumultous past.