Tides Poem by Cee Bea

Tides



I suppose
Possibility to be the
fruit of life

Dreams resemble clouds
and clouds…dreams

the heart is mirrored in
tall trees and the color of flowers

the oceans are thought
with no constant
in uniform collaboration

Love…, Love is the Moon
with pull enough

to turn tides

Sunday, January 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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