October 24, 2006

• In the evening's tide an aweful sight-
  my love adrift!  it floats away.
  and run I do while sand
  it shifts between my aching toes.
  how sad, beyond my desperate grasp!
  how cruel she taunts and teases me!
  so much she seemed a burdon
  on my tired shoulders raw,
  how light she seems- so effortless
  she glides into the night!

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