Sempiternal Longing Between the Tides
The sea inhales, the shore recedes,
A yearning stitched in silver beads.
The waves confess, then take it back—
A love that sways, a heart off-track.
The moon is high, a watchful eye,
It pulls the tide, yet asks not why.
For longing never leaves nor fades,
It ebbs, it flows, it softly wades.
Two hands once laced upon this sand,
Now distant stars, now grains unmanned.
The ocean calls, but none reply,
Its longing locked beneath the sky.
For some desires cannot die,
They only shift, they only sigh.
And though the tide may rise and fall,
It longs, it aches—it loves through all.
A yearning stitched in silver beads.
The waves confess, then take it back—
A love that sways, a heart off-track.
The moon is high, a watchful eye,
It pulls the tide, yet asks not why.
For longing never leaves nor fades,
It ebbs, it flows, it softly wades.
Two hands once laced upon this sand,
Now distant stars, now grains unmanned.
The ocean calls, but none reply,
Its longing locked beneath the sky.
For some desires cannot die,
They only shift, they only sigh.
And though the tide may rise and fall,
It longs, it aches—it loves through all.
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Background: \"Sempiternal\" means everlasting, and this poem explores an unending yearning that ebbs and flows like the sea. The tides symbolize desire always advancing, always retreating, never truly satisfied. The moon, an ever-present force, pulls at the water just as longing pulls at the heart, but it never asks why it simply is. The poem hints at lost love or missed destiny, where hands once held now exist only as distant stars or grains of sand slipping away. The ending suggests that some forms of longing never fade; they merely shift and change, woven into the fabric of time itself.
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