The Tide Poem by James McLain

It was the new tide,
where love from the center it flows.
Rising then falling,
the star like the foam as the sea like a gull,
catches the wind as it rises.
Somewhere else maybe here.

The sun was acute,
hot were the bubbles she had known.
Coastal the highway up in the sky is the highest.
Where down below the rocks sticking up are to many.
Love in my heart was as fresh as the tide,
each month at the end when I come it is flowing.
Where the starlit quality watching the sea gulls soar.

The sun was deep on her back,
and green was the foam was blowing white on her thighs.
But now in the dusk the tide it is turning,
and the waves that once rose are restless and yearning.
Are broken away from the sea past forever once more.