By Kelly Sund
Date: 5 April 1999

You and tides

The tides come chasing away the white sands..
The wind whispers a solitude ode
Filling up my whole existence tuned into void
Holding on the the grandest of the universe

Life offers it's best stand
Leaving you to be alone
Yet remain to be one's own friend
Growing, looking for grace

The tides come chasing the white sand
Again I searched for hands to hold in awe
Hoping that somehow
Those prints that you have left stays the same

But life offers it's best stand
Giving ways to beings
To finally notice
The grace is in letting go and giving space