on morning’s ebb tide
i contemplate summers end
beseeching autumn
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seldom comes a sign
let the waters cleanse your soul
throw caution to sea
tide ebbs to the east
the sun climbs towards the west
life is give and take
Does the sun rise for me,
Or am I rushing to greet it?
Does the moon forget to touch me
As she slips below the horizon,
Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?
Does a friend slight me,
Or do I fail to understand his pain?
Does a relationship turn sour,
Or was there nothing there to begin with?
Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum
Because he needs the drink,
Or does he salute dead mates?
Is life a construction site,
or a constant reconstruction site?
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I’m not sure…
She seemed to have a heart of gold
When I touched it, I found it cold
I tried to warm it with my soul –
For it shone bright in warm daylight
Then gleamed of evil ev’ry night.
I cut off my hair –
No power did I divest.
No fear walking the tiger’s lair.
Not a head was turned,
As I wander through the rest.
No power the fiend – renounced.
My heart had been tempered –
Still it hammers in my chest,
The loss freshly remembered.
One hand reached out
Reviving only the best.
My heart began to shout –
All doubt washed aside,
My mind held no great contest –
True friends will always abide.
