Turning Tides

The horizon stretches on,

Bending the eye to believe that the boundary

Between sky and water has disappeared.

Love persists,

Tricking the heart into believing that the line

Between duty and true love has not been crossed.

White-capped waves break,

Caressing the shore into following

As the tides sweep back out.

Love crumbles,

Shocking the lovers into tears

As the broken pieces fall through their fingers.

The tides turn,

Bringing the waves higher then lower

While the breeze plays with the spray.

Their eyes have been opened,

Realizing they were only mad

While they fold each other in love's embrace.

ã 1997 Janelle K. Vargas