TIDE TO TIDE

There are moments in life when the boundary between the ordinary and the eternal seems to thin—when the world itself invites you to listen. This poem was born from such a moment: walking along a quiet Florida beach at sunrise, I found myself standing between two great celestial witnesses—the red flare of the rising sun and the pale retreat of the waning moon.

In that liminal breath between night and day, with the warm sand beneath my feet and the timeless hush of the sea around me, something stirred. Not new, but remembered. A glimpse of the soul's deeper rhythm—beyond noise, beyond striving, cradled between two tides.

This poem is an offering from that hour. A vow, whispered not just to the world, but to myself, to stay awake to the fierce, fleeting beauty that is ours for only a breath.

On the breath of dawn I stand—

between the red rising sun

and the silver retreating moon,

where shadows stretch thin

and time forgets its weight.

The sand is warm beneath me,

a hush of ancient fire cooled by night,

and the sea whispers—not in words,

but in rhythms older than thought,

lapping gently at the hush of now.

Here, I feel the essence of my soul—

not as something possessed,

but as something remembered.

My place upon the ear

this neither beginning nor end,

but a moment cradled

between tide and tide.

And though the world may rush and rage,

here I vow to remain awake—

to not forget

he soft, fierce beauty

that is mine

only for this fleeting breath.

~NPG~