Saxon Crow

Tides of Emocean

The still sea suddenly embraced by wind 

Turns to storm inside my head 

Blown through currents 

Of which I dread 

My course is lost 

In bottomless depths 

I try to swim 

But the tides are strong 

I aim for a shore 

Where I don’t belong 

And as I flounder.  

I offer my prayers 

Wondering if a god is there 

Then a wave as big as a mountain range 

Speeds towards me in deafening rage 

And as I wait 

I contemplate my fate 

This life I live has been so strange 

And when the inevitable 

Wave does hit 

All fear is gone 

All sense of dread 

I’m cleansed and free 

My soul restored  

And the sea is calm 

 

Just like my heart