tides

come and find me by the sea
where, perched upon the edge of possibility,
i dangle
over the precipice of memory
in a place worn smooth by time
made jagged by storms
where nothing changes and
everything has changed
where the fog of longing rolls in
and recedes
rolls in, rolls in
and recedes
endlessly drawing its curves
in the sand of my heart
which, though shifting, longs ever for you