Tales of the Tide

In the quiet dusk, where shadows blend and sigh,
Beside the ceaseless, murmuring tide I stand.
The sea, a canvas of the tumult sky,
Whispers tales, ancient and grand.

Each wave a story, a memory bound in foam,
Rising, falling, in their timeless dance.
Here, beneath the vast, celestial dome,
I find solace, lost in trance.

For in the tide's relentless ebb and flow,
I see the echoes of our own lives,
The joy, the pain, the love we come to know,
Each moment, a memory that survives.

And as the stars alight in the darkening hue,
Their silver gleams on the water's crest,
I realize that this endless view
Mirrors the journey within my chest.

So let the tide come, let it sweep away,
The remnants of the day, the fears of night.
For in its rhythm, I find the courage to say,
In every end, there's a new delight.