High Tide
We left our ride behind and we walked a long path
On the road to the hill that was crowned with rare pines.
From the blufftop it fell down a slope to the sea
Through trails lined with sage and California blue lilac
To a beach with smooth rocks, they were strewn on the sand
And the waves made us shout to match their loud chorus.
It was high tide. Didn’t know if the beach would be there
But it was. Stretched beneath the morning’s brisk air.
We held hands like lovers as we walked, didn’t run,
As the clouds and the ocean mist hampered the sun.
It was a new day that we’d made into one
With two lives that together had a much greater sum.
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