The Pull

It flows and ebbs, and ebbs and flows;
The pull of grief, it comes and goes.
I feel I leap, but then I fall...
There's open space, but then a wall.

Around the edges, flickers light,
Keeping me awake at night.
It flows and ebbs, and ebbs and flows;
The pull of grief, it comes and goes.

Perhaps it's just the dreams of more
That keep me waiting on the shore.
Perhaps it's just the tender bruise
Inside my soul that gives me clues.

It flows and ebbs, and ebbs and flows;
The pull of grief, it comes and goes.
My heart is open, then it's closed,
A thousand different questions posed.

Inside my heart, I hear a song.
It keeps me eager all night long.
It flows and ebbs, and ebbs and flows,
The pull of grief, it comes and goes.

And no one knows the things I feel -
That doesn't mean they aren't real.
A different pull becomes the norm;
Inside my mind there's such a storm.

It flows and ebbs, and ebbs and flows;
The pull of grief, it comes and goes.

(c) ALB 2014