Tides of the Heart

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Love can be as fickle as it is desirable, while sometime misinterpreted as fickle when simply unable to reach a decision for one reason or another.

Could it be that many of the world’s lovers (LGBT included) need to talk to each other more…? Even love can be guilty of taking too much for granted…

Whatever, can any of life’s challenges be tougher than faced by the long distance swimmer on tides of the human heart…?

TIDES OF THE HEART

Sat on a beach,

watching the waves

roll in, out,

and back again…

like love’s promises

to me

Just out of reach,

waiting for your love

to roll in, out,

and back again…

like the finest poetry

and prose

Winging, calling

to you among sea birds,

now high, now low,

nature’s wry comment

on humanity’s tides

of life

Alone on a beach,

its beachcombing hearts

on the look-out

for any such as ours,

among love’s flotsam

and jetsam

Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2016

[Note: An earlier version of this poem first appeared under the title 'Secrets, Ebb and Flow' in an anthology, As Waves Pass By, Poetry Now (Forward Press) 2002, and subsequently in my own collection, First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]