From where I stand,
I can't tell if the tide is high or low.
But I think its somewhere in between.
as is everything else.
There is a giant grey area of life,
where all unexplainable feelings are stored.
And sometimes,
you can see clear across to the other side.
And sometimes the fog clouds your pride.
or maybe you aren't letting yourself see.
Then the grey shifts directions,
to black
or white
and you make realizations
that take the grey away from you.
From where I stand, I can tell the tide is in between.
But is it coming in or going out?
5.28.2007
What do you want? You want to see it coming in or going out? I promise it'll be the way you want it..: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice, beautiful and wonderful poem! ! ! The way you described the images and how you mix them up with your ideas is great! ! Mainly the last line where we can see clearly one of the mainly points of the poem.The poet always try to see what can not be seen for normal eyes, 'cause the only eyes he uses are their imagination's eyes and how he dig it up through his words. Keep writting +10! ! ! !