Moon lighting up the shore

Shining on the glistening sea 

As the tide withdraws

Leaving behind the gleaming sands

Washed by the eternal water

Footprints appear as people walk

Upon the virgin sand

All to be cleansed away

As the tide returns again

Just as the tide ebbs and flows

So do the images in our minds

Some are stored well away

As by new ones they’re replaced

A tide of memories of our lives

A record of our time