The ebb and flow of the waves on a black sand beach
Inward, then outward the water flows.
Then occasionally a sudden crash of an angry tide
against the rocks on a moon lit beach

Is this the way love goes?
You say leave, then you lace up the strings
You seek to be free but then you
Tighten the cords and say to me
“no other woman”
What I am to think of all of this
when you roam for what prey you may devour?
What words will comfort my heart as I
try to except you for who you are?
How can I see the picture of what is not painted?
My perception is tainted as to what is real
so we flow as the sound of the shoreline does.
First here and then there
Softly before loud as hot becomes cold again
When does all this grow old?
The distance brings a time to reflect
How did we get here?
And is this really our story?
The sun rises on the dawn of a new day
And the tide is out now as I wonder
If the we that used to be has finally been
washed out into The Sea Of Love.