Soul Tide Poem by Matthew Holloway

There is a tide unlike any other
detached to the moon and pattern
of day and night cycles or seasons
a tide within ones very self
a rising and falling tide
that no timetable could ever hope
to measure with accuracy
it has its own meaning in truth
with every high and low tide
thoughts and feelings change
the landscape never remains
for a long enough moment to paint
the sea and the sky separated
forever as they have always been
the earth and the air two elements
there is that which we see
and that which we feel
to which the tide flows between