Tide

along the quiet narrow streets

canals are still in high tide

whatever needs to be will be

when there is nothing left to hide

whatever remains will set you free

a crater left as a divide

all of the memories will return

in the sleep like shallow scars

whatever remains will set you free

a crater left as a divide

there will soon be time to meet them all again

for once at eye level and for once as friends

there will be time

time to return