On water's edge she sat and cried,
so gently, no one saw.
And some time later came the tide
with strength and willful awe.
She had not moved,
nor blinked or budged
as this was her new lover.
And then the water
gently nudged
and asked her soul to hover,
eternally for all to see
but not to comprehend.
The meaning of a spirit, free
embracing its own end.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-end/
