a slow tide

i come and go
like a slow tide
off a coast
awaiting the certainty
of its persistent return.

today your eyes
have a delicate smell of hope,
the light is clear
and the dawn is near,
love is easy
and the night is quiet.

today your lips
are an overflow of tense silences,
pain reappears,
the anguish awakens,
the hours lose their shape
and a longwinded demise descends,
one drop at a time.

how should i know
if i must remain here,
how to convince myself once and for all
that this harbor
is an undeniable part of me
that these waves and ripples
are bringing me closer to your shore,
are leading me back to you.

how to believe in the morning sun
how to commit my being,
my spirit,
my inner self,
how to navigate in your estuaries
and drop my anchor.

sometimes in your arms
i am brought back to life
and i let myself go in the flow of your caring voice,
the lullaby of your gentle caresses
the hope of a new tomorrow.

sometimes i lose your hand,
i lose your smile,
i lose my faith and my joy
and i cling again to my resilient shores,
drowning in sorrow,
doubts,
fears,
unsolvable riddles.

high tide
low tide
the tide comes in
the tide goes out,
the waves return,
they insist
they question,
they are waiting for me.

the shoreline is deserted
only the moonlight
shining down over the sea.

i am here again
alone on this sand dune
watching my tide
moving in,
dragging me out.

high tide
low tide
the tide comes
the tide goes out,
the waves return
they insist
they question,
they are waiting for me.