Restless Tide
B
Barry Middleton
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the tide is restless turning in its sleep
the rippled moon sits on the horizon
and in the eerie light
the dawn is not awake
from where I stand atop a grassy dune
the sound of gentle lapping waves
is faintly heard above the hush
where liquid silver whispers
no man may known its secret message
it hides in moonlit waters
on an empty and foreign beach
translated by the darkened tide
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