Our friendship is like the tide,
Ebbing and flowing in a natural rhythm.
At times it is high, and the water rushes in and nurtures
the pockets and pools of life.
Other times you withdraw,
Drying out my soul
Leaving me parched
And in need of you.
But in a cycle as old as the earth itself
You will return,
Bringing your sustaining and reviving saltiness,
Your moist kiss of life,
The high emotional tide that rejuvenates me.
If the sun does not bake me before
You save me once more
With your embrace.