On water's edge she sat and cried, <br />so gently, no one saw. <br />And some time later came the tide <br />with strength and willful awe. <br /> <br />She had not moved, <br />nor blinked or budged <br />as this was her new lover. <br />And then the water <br />gently nudged <br />and asked her soul to hover, <br />eternally for all to see <br />but not to comprehend. <br />The meaning of a spirit, free <br />embracing its own end.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-end/
