Ebbing

Ebbing - - - - - - - - Tides that rear and crumble Bring waves to shore, stay awhile Play and sing to full With joys and fears, Travels and panoramas they thrill They hush and whisper They spring forth dreams ample Last not like a bubble As they splash in and out Tired they feel As if sinews drained out Half sure and half in doubt On eternity reckons the ocean And summons his children home Despite pleads and moans To be blest with favors To delay a few moments more Waves have to be back home with tears