tides

the tides of the heart
wash in the debris of a thousand lives
and carry away our broken stories
and unfinished dreams
but still we stand here waiting
as if lost between the waves
or swept up by the salty breeze
that dries our souls
I played here with my toys as a child
and now I sit here as a man
weighted by life
for there is a longing in me
a desire to find peace
and a connection to my youth
so with eyes closed
and hands that know only emptiness
I think of the ocean between us
that is steered by your moon
and then I hear a voice
your voice
which sounds my heart
and points me towards home