The tide

The tide laps imperceptibly further,
Down the fragile sandy beach,
So that in one moment one notices,
No change in the waves of the days,

But I know in my heart,
That you, mother,
And I,
And all those I love,
Are gradually and ever faster
Washed by the tide
Further and further out to sea,
And one day with the momentum of a torrent,
You, a small and distant speck, will disappear from view,
Forever, leaving a grey horizon of sadness,
As I wait for the next wave,
Of the tide to pull me,
Out to the unknown.

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