Treasure Island

Alice Lupin


Our Tides


In morning light we fight tide’s rain
Struggling ourselves through the seering pain
Of the emotions wildly running through our brain
binding heart and mind,
and soul the same

Until we see upon that tide again
when a new beach is set awash
And In the midday we simply reach to grasp
and seize loves chances
and hope they last

And then by tide of full moon bright
She sets her light in two paired minds
once more believing it’s alright
To not find out that we only yearn
and that there is nothing we have learned

We keep bad memories far behind
On that beach
and of that night
We are once more
Just blind



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Submitted: Monday, January 16, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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