"Creeping Tides"

By the shores in contemplation
The tides lapping the waves
Upon my feet
They are discreet
Knowing what my soul craves
Where sky and ocean shall meet
Enveloping me in its cradled space
Of all the songs where my heart longs
I can never hope to embrace
The slightest whim of nature's ways
Its sheltered plan regenerates
Energy flows in many directions
It always seems to correlate
Beginning to end where neither flows
All are one and in the same
There is no darkness without light
There is no quenching of the flame
Desire burns to those who know
Gentle are the ways
In graceful days
As creation plays adagio

~Moses~
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