Tumbling at the ocean's edge,
I am a starfish pulling myself in
A sea turtle pushing myself out.
Five pointed star,
Or sea-shelled creature
Will you still love them both?

Head out, Head in,
Or regeneration.
Which would you hate?
Which would you love?
Will you be a quiet pool
that I seek refuge in?
Tidepool sunlight on wet sand,
and no depths for me to hide in.
Will you cover me with the
salty water of your love,
insisting that I stay in the light?

If the tide calls back for me
and I am carried away once more
will you be there when I return,
a quiet pool for me?

Arwen Nightstar
6/02/1999, Copyrighted.