Tides

Though it would seem that tides are eternal,
all wears thin; nothing is invincible.
Ocean waves big and tall, or soft and small,
wash over and over incessantly.

They take down mountains eventually.

Where does that small grain of sand go?
It rides on windy breath, thither and there,
finds a brand new home, or form fantastic,
maybe in a new universe somewhere.

Universes out of breath soon meet death.

Tides do what when the ocean’s been emptied—
pull back and forth on the cavernous pit?  
Why, the earth is now flat.  Imagine that.  
Moons whip up waterless squalls filled with grit.

According to the sage, moons quit with age.
 
Faceted diamond by hard times formed
eventually dissolves to glitter dust.
The lover on whose third finger it’s pressed
declares eternal love will never rust.

Love is here to stay while worlds pass away.