The Tide

The tide, endless, pools around my ankles.

A threat, a promise, it whispers, to draw me away.

"Come with me, into the sea; I will take you to the deep abandon. "

Softly, I respond, "I cannot, I am bound."

Strings of silver and gold, gilded mirrors of other worlds,

wrap intricately into the folds of my heart.

Pain and madness, echo yesterday.

A knotty blanket of remembrance

An asylum of my strength.

In the sand I lay, waiting to be still.

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It is where you find me,

Imprinted in the grains.
Soaking rays, catching dreams,

Motionless, I lay waiting; knowing, that you will come.

The least quiet of transfixed immobility,

For my dreams live.

My thoughts create.

My love, exists.

Through worlds, I see.

The reflection, a teacher of travel.

In water, I rise anew.

Wings unbound for flight.

Glass unbroken, still, boundaries shatter.

The passage, a scrollwork of tingles pouring into the depths of me.

I feel your tug upon the strings of gold and silver.

Bound so infinitely from you to I.

Your voice, so resound, carries over waves;

Beckoning me to rise and swim.

~ To the place that is you and I. -MindInspired