By The Tides
Written just before 2200 EDT. Excuse my sap.
I look back
Into the shadow
Cast by my thoughts
And see, behind reflected light,
The currents I ride.
My mind, my will
Flows with the rivers of life.
Where do they carry me?
Where do I go?
I see, in the distance, a light.
A lone, hooded figure holds a lantern,
Waiting to call me in to shore.
The tide has not yet come in.
We both know this at a glance.
In realization, she drops her hood.
I shall not forget her face,
For when the tide comes in,
I will take root on her shores.
Within her is the most divine
Spirit of manifestation.
In her breath, I breathe.
In her eyes, I see.
In her words, I speak.
In her light, I shine.
By her heartbeat, do I dance.
In her embrace, I dream.
I dream.
I dream of the unification
Of that which was not meant to be divided.
I dream of the swirling chaos
That lies unseen.
I dream of swimming the mighty currents
Of the living continuum most sacred
As one with her.
She is mistress to manifestation.
Her words are crafted to shuddering perfection.
Her colours are lain out in the most passionate sequences.
She holds light unseen to the common eye.
That which she creates
Is wonder and abundance.
I am drawn ever further in to her being.
She is my harbour.
She is my breath.
She is my pulse.
She is the meaning of longing.
But the tide has not yet come in.
And we both know this at a glance.
With shared realization, we drop our hoods.
We shall not forget our faces,
For when the tide comes in,
We will become more than the sum of our parts.
When the tide comes in,
The unseen force of all living things
Will shiver.
The tide will not come in today;
We know this.
But it could be tomorrow.
It will be tomorrow.
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