Jeffrey Hull
Friday, October 19, 2007
Ebb Tide
Seaside, Monterey, California 2006 © 2006 Jeffrey Hull
Beneath the patient starry sky
And mountains of the moon
As quiet as a mother's sigh
A tide will come, and soon;
To fetch that due from debts accrued
Or laid to our accounts
The twists of fate will be unscrewed,
And reckoned all amounts.
When sweeps that foam across the bar
To whisper low our names
It beckons come just as we are
And voids all other claims.
©2007 Jeffrey Hull