January 9, 1997


I wander alone across this darkened stretch
of water, flowing and streaming,
pushing past the sandy shores.
The cool night air brushes over me,
bathing, touching, caressing my hair
with whispering fingers.
The stars smile brightly tonight,BR> gazing silently upon a little beach
and a tiny figure staring
far across the vast, blue expanse,
as the tide strides quietly to the shore.
I know there's something out there
in store for me. Something
bright, joyful, something that can make
all this
worth every hour, every minute, every
passing second.
I know somewhere out there is the life
that I want, that I've yearned for,
that I need.
I know all I need is to cross that vast sea,
so far, so long, so deep.
And so I sit here, my fingers trailing
through the soft, sad sand,
as the tide comes wandering in.