Synthesis

Our battles be as tides upon the surf Your love, it cleanses me, but strikes upon my island's gentle earth. I stand amidst the waters of your love my hand, it reaches from the mountaintop and churns the waters from above I have cut into your peaceful sea, you drown, unknowingly and slow, the island that is me Our battles be as tides upon the surf we fight, not noticing from far away that you become the earth My stubborness is slowly worn away, its sands, alone, are pulled and others wait, until that fateful day That day when water is the earth when I, and you, are not, but we exist, and are each other's birthThe third stanza still feels a little iffy to me, and suggestions? Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 04:45 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8