Poetry of the Tides

I know. . .

The water is restless and the ground shakes.

I hear the beckoning beyond the veils.

I can still feel the touch from the grave.

I have been singing at the top of my lungs for you to return to me.

You were my wings.

You granted me freedom.

I know you are dangerous.

I know you are real.

I know you are across the universe.

But you make me feel alive.

They say I must be aware.

I must be alert warriors never live long as they should when they have the blade.

I need you.

I long for you.

Here in my arms you belong.

The melody comes from within the heart.

Something hidden stirs from decades of sleep.

The weeping angel quivers in fear.

She wants back what was lost from all those ages ago.

Give onto the tired saint the light of the life.

The fires burn and glow

With amber of hope renewed.