For All the Tides That Rise Above You


By Karen Skidmore

I awoke to the echoes of a faded dream,

An ecstasy that only my mind could scheme;

Secretly wishing that it would mean

An end to my crazy sorrow.

And I ache as memories surround me.

Moments are fleeting and yet they impound me.

Am I lost or have they found me,

Floating in the dawn.

Violet skies and ocean tides,

Free falling as they collide.

Casting all my doubts aside,

Forever restless and unsatisfied.

Karen (Pontremoli) Skidmore moved to Martha’s Vineyard in September 2015. This poem is dedicated to her brother, who lost his life in 2008 at age 46.