Are flickering in the moonlight
The tide is turning
But is it coming in or going out
So hard to tell when the moon
Is in the shadow of clouds
Starlight speckles through
Translucent wisps
And I catch a glimpse
Of shoreline receding
Rest awhile where you are
Even nearness can seem so far
The turning is a sign of things to come
The whisper floats quietly across my skin
As I let the words sink slowly in
For in rushing, I would miss the sign
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