Tide
GONZALEZ WINTERKORN
Along the quiet narrow streets
Canals are still in high tide
Whatever needs to be will be
When there is nothing left to hide
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divide
All of the memories will return
In the sleep like shallow scars
Whatever remains will set you free
A crater left as a divide
There will soon be time to meet them all again
For once at eye level and for once as friends
There will be time
Time to return