Tide

We go down to the ocean
And scratch symbols in the sand,
Symbols that may or may not mean a thing.
At least they remind us of where we've been,
The direction we've come from,
So we can find our way back
When the fog is too thick to see the trees.
We feel safe when we remember this star-shape
Or this arrow-pierced heart bearing our names.
A million pieces of sand held together by the sea
Holding us together
Until the tide comes in.

-Ashe