Tides

 Trip and stumble the beach so wide
the sea so far away sand like dust
and sun so high, pebbles of every hue
in their places waiting eventide;
each seventh wave a destiny of foam
count them . .dream not. Wake !
Watch the clouds, tumult's dizzy dance
reflecting ocean tides, there are but two
each and every day . . .
lie with the pebbles, wait for eventide
surely it will come as once it did
long ago.