Sun Tides




The sun's coming up,

the tide's going out,

and,

the gulls are silent.



I touch your hand,

you touch my face,

and,

we wonder where the time went.



The sun's getting higher,

the sun's getting lower,

and,

the gulls begin to cry.



I look towards you,

you look towards me,

and,

I begin to cry.



You hold me closer,

I hug you tighter,

then,

we say good-bye.



The sun's going down,

the tide's coming in,

and,

the gulls fly off to the docks.



I look to the side of me,

there's nothing there,

'cept,

a memory, a dream, and a rock.



Today is today,

tomorrow is forever,

but yesterday is in my heart,

kept tight with a lock.



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