ebb and flow

slowly sifting sand so soft
lifting love above being caught
caring not for time of day
just holding hands
smiling that way

love jumps on you unknown
and pulls you through it's ebb and flow
where are you going to go?
there's no wheel
love tells you so

you float along
a boat without a paddle
you find a light
a smile
without a handle

a handle appears
and you hold on tight
"It's coming," you say,
"It's a dangerous ride."

In any crevice of this sea,
one can be pained
hurt and never healed
opened and never sealed
loved and never held

Left sitting there
In any empty corner
one can find themselves alone
desperately holding
but only left to ponder

what went so wrong
what pushed the sea away
what took my home
why did it fly away?

If waves ever come back,
ever come close,
will they hold all the love
that was just drifting
hovering-like smoke?

Or will they be stale--dissoluted
cracked and dry
a shored boat