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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