The Coming Tide

The Coming Tide

 

Stand fast

The tide is coming

I'm on my way

Don't drift away

 

On your lonesome

No place to call home

The walls intrude

Your thoughts delude

 

Your will was shaken

Now life feels hollow

The sun rose high

In the midnight sky

 

The curtains are closed

The windows are locked

The doors are boarded

Though danger not avoided

 

Fear is inside

High, or low

The cliff beckons

A fast doom reckons

 

Held in destiny's palm

A tear on your heart

Leave day and night

Live in eternal blight

 

Rather lost in form

My hand searches everywhere

Your spirit is burning

My touch is learning

 

Radiating danger

The pieces are volatile

But masterpiece can become

From the dust it succumbed

 

The finale awaits

A sky shooting stars

These pieces are priceless

And so wrongly lifeless

 

I gather them all

They burn my heart

They hurt so fine

They'll flourish in due time

 

At last, we've met

The sun and moon greet

Your voice is golden

Your heart I'm holding

 

The last puzzle piece

Wrought from the cages

A masterpiece could form

Though the piece remains sworn

 

The sun and moon die

Earth shatters to dust

What could have been

Chose to stay ashen

 

Sun and moon are lost

White and black eternal

Rhyme and reason gone

Nothing will carry on

 

Sorrow now invades

Your potential now wasted

A blade in my soul

Anguish takes its toll

 

My tears will change nothing

Happiness is impossible

When the masterpiece chose

To remain decomposed

 

Stand fast

The tide is coming

I'm on my way

But you've been swept away

 

Stand fast

The tide is coming

I'm on my way

Please let me stay...

The End

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