The Mirror Tide: Art and Reflection in Poetry

By E. L. Hewitt — Stormborne Arts

Beneath the wind’s forgetting,
the sea keeps every name.
Two tides meet in silence,
each the other’s flame.

The moon pulls what was broken,
the shore recalls the pain.
Those who walk between them
are never quite the same.

For memory runs in water,
and truth sleeps in the deep .
wake not the storm’s reflection,
lest it wake what should not weep.