Love’s Ebb and Flow

Years have passed,
like sand slipping through fingers,
since they last walked this shore,
hand in hand, hearts entwined.

The Pacific whispers their history,
each wave a memory,
each tide a lesson learned,
in the dance of give and take.

They walk again,
barefoot on the cool sand,
the ocean’s breath at their feet,
reminding them of days gone by.

The sun dips low,
painting the sky with hues of hope,
as they find their rhythm,
in the ebb and flow of the sea.

Her hand in his,
a familiar warmth,
they spoke in silences,
words carried away by the wind.

The waves moved ever so soothingly toward them,
a gentle reminder,
that love, like the ocean,
was ever-changing, ever-present.

They paused,
letting the tide continue washing over their feet,

Taking the yesterdays of a conflicted past out to sea

The ebbing present making room for the next step.

They gazed down at the lapping across their feet,

An encore dance of the sea

Composing a new kind of balance

With its simple sign language of togetherness

Promising to continue its give-and-take reminder

So the two of them might take to heart the ebb and flow

As a melding force bringing together

Their different take of love.

And then the nocturnal dream awakened

Partners seeing in the dark

Compassion’s reminder

Love may feel different

But at least such feeling remains present

Even if only in dreams.