The first time I saw the ocean,
the deep turquoise waters and the rising tides,
The sun glazed its surface, and I was mesmerised,
I watched the tides, rise and fall,
I saw the waves kiss the sky,
It was as if the sea breathed and sighed
knowing the fate of a human’s life,
I wonder why I felt so much at peace
in the quiet stillness of the evening breeze,
If the tides were a reminder of life,
of moments we seek and those we choose to keep,
The first time I saw death,
the slow mourning bells and hollow eyes,
I glimpsed the suffering and pain
that is deeply engraved in the nature of life
I watched the grieving’s frozen tears
and numb cries, as time flowed by,
Still, I felt peace, a comfort
Knowing that death is the last tide of our life,
So the last time my chest rises and falls,
I will close my eyes and remember the ocean,
the ebb and flow of the tides,
the highs and lows of my life
and the memories etched in my mind
But until then, I will live in the tides,
feel the sand, let it slip through my hands
And mourn the moments, before they even pass me by.
~tides // 28/11/2024
