Turning Tide

At six o'clock on Saturday,
The memory still clear,
Of when her ship set sail that day
And left me on this pier.

The seagulls cried the lament loud -
The surf roared loud in pain.
But I sat quiet, listlessly,
My heart now rent in twain.

I said I wished she wouldn't leave.
I'd rather she would stay.
But now she's gone and I alone
Endure each passing day.

Tide is turning, currents flow,
Ebbing, flooding, apropos.
All adrift upon the sea,
Passing through eternity.

Hoping love won't fade away,
Harder with each passing day.
Tide is turning, currents change.
Lives like oceans rearrange.

But I, as well, have left the pier
With someone mourning me.
And ’though I cried a tear or two,
I felt that it must be.

Then ships will come and also go,
And on them all will ride.
As often as the circling moon
Does bring again the tide.

Tide is turning, currents flow,
Ebbing, flooding, apropos.
Tide is turning, currents change.
Lives like oceans rearrange.