Sometimes the past
Rises with the tide
The weightless pull
Of a memory
That can shadow
The sand we stand on
Sometimes the future
Carries me away
Like an outgoing tide
To dream a distant thought
That shimmers
With uncertain light
As with every tide
At the moment of its change
A quiet instant rings
Returning us
To the fullness in a moment
And the sand beneath our feet
Rises with the tide
The weightless pull
Of a memory
That can shadow
The sand we stand on
Sometimes the future
Carries me away
Like an outgoing tide
To dream a distant thought
That shimmers
With uncertain light
As with every tide
At the moment of its change
A quiet instant rings
Returning us
To the fullness in a moment
And the sand beneath our feet
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