The Tides of Time

by B. Martin Wlodyka


The Tides of Time

In these I trust

They change incessantly

Bringing us Always

While swallowing Today like a crumb


Patience is my boat

That rides upon

The Tides of Time

Intuition is my sail

My rudder is love

And though I am adrift

On the Tides of Time

And her waters Seem dark and deep

This thought prevails


Each grain of sand

Was once of rock


Each cloud

A piece of me


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