Those shimmering tides bring back memories, Of some past, reminiscent of a bygone era when time stands still, An everlasting. I have stepped on pebbles small and large, Tread on sun-dried leaves, Sidestepped tracks that sea-crabs built, Walked soundless on a cradled beach, Barefoot – silkiness adorning my tender feet. Those shimmering tides, though exultant,…