TIME ON THE TIDE; PART 7; I PROMISE

I wrote words before,
polished promises I lost hold of
at nights by the sea where the waves stripped
all that was fantasy from a reality
that was never to know my hold.
I lost words I’d promised to hold
for longer than time would allow
but time is not to be toiled with,
time takes no prisoners, is not on our side,
the tide comes and goes, like these lines,
the ones we write and the ones we cross.
I can promise now, nothing but now,
nothing but this hold where hope is held
without being spoken,
I promise to hold you as we wash over time,
further, deeper into the waves
to see what the tides think of us,
to see if we float united,
or fall under in separate streams.
I promise, I promise.