Like the waves from the shore

I must now ebb
the time has come
to sail my oceans
Rolling away from you
like the waves from shore
rippling out to the vastness of the sea
that beckons my ship to folly.

I'll not ask you
to stand the night vigil
on the shoreline
of memory

You are here on the beaches of my memory
even though I drift the tides
If you should look
into a starlit night
and see a reflection of me
know only that
I will one day
come crashing again
to the shore
swept homeward
by the pull
of the tide
and you.

Marge Tindal