The Tide

i can feel the tide washing over my feet, i dont know why such a thing is comforting. it washes ever closer whith every minute that goes by, covering up the footsteps from the day. why does the ocean want the traces of a visitor to just disapear. its selfish really. ocean you have so many secrets as it is, what lies in the depths beyond our knowlage. whats so important ... or dangerous that you want only dolphins and whales to know?
the tide... in out ... in out... in out ... closer and closer... its at my waist now , and ive yet to find my answere. cluching my knees i inhale and relax. some find it hard to think with such massive and repetituous noise begging for the attention of the world. but its ok, you see we live on this planet as we have come to call earth, it holds the secrets of life itself. in rock, in soil, its in the very air that we breath. but things have caused chaos in this world, confusion, misconstrued infromation. one person beleives he is right, beleives he has the answere to all questions. but... everyone is different. sure we have things in commen. but we are in every way down to our genetic make up ... different. i like that. i like that alot.
but my thoughts, my perseptions, my dreams, my fantasies, my voice is not for me alone. my ears are open to new worlds, worlds that cannot be seen. behind our eyes and between our ears is where these worlds exist. and i want so hard to explain its existence. but i cannot reach everyones world. nor do i want so desperatly to do so. no ... only to those who ask and truly want to endulge in question and answere with me and my world. those who want to listen can , and those who want to walk just for awhile before picking up a sea shell and moving on can.

my question?

the answere im looking for?

who is going to sit with me on this beach of existence....

who will stay till the tide comes in to our necks....

keeping the spot i sit in the sand safe from the tide, you may sit beside me in your own spot in the sand...

for that is your world behind your eyes ...

but you will always have me there...

close enough to hear my thoughts over the roar of the tide...

and i the same to listen to your thoughts ....

i know why such a thing is comforting, i have my plan... and it is always changing, just like the tide...
and when the tide leaves we can always walk a little, find a sea shell and bring it back to our spot in the sand.

so then where is your spot in the sand, and do you protect it from the tide. keeping it safe so it doesnt wash away.

ill come and join you if you want me to

ill always have my spot in the sand... but i want to know your spot as well

your world has always intrigued me ... lets see if mine intruges you

and just like the ocean ... my world knows no bounds.