Tide of Tears

The woman stood in the soft white sand,
watching the tide of tears.
Gentle and strong waves of sadness,
rolling with anguish and fears.

She wondered why this should be so;
why tears keep flowing this way.
Why sun nor joy softens the tide.
Why life leads happiness astray.

And why do hopeful smiles keep fading?
Why do strong rocks crumble to dust?
Why do dreams remain unfulfilled?
Why seems love oft merely lust...

She hugged herself pondering the answer.
And why the tears called to her soul...
Who was she but a mere young woman,
watching those waves of desperation roll.

The cold water then caressed her feet.
She looked down, curiously,
at how the waves seemed pacified there,
calm, smooth and peacefully.

Maybe they came to her, knowing
that no matter how they fared,
she was there, watching over them...
She was there, and cared.

For each wave merely sought a home;
a place to return with pride.
And soothe their guardian, she, the woman,
at times when she, herself, cried.