TIDES

You come to me in tides...

Surges reaching to the stars,

To the powerful, yet gentle lunar force

Which with cadence, beckons us home,

Through its glowing, ghostly beacon of life.

Pulsing and melodious, alleviating and lucid,

Reflecting and lacing brilliant crystals

Over black-velvet waters of our soul.

You come to me in tides...

Stretching forces of life and rhythm

To a shore of tranquil, utter comfort,

Possessing yet fierce power of passion,

The encompassing wave of crowning love.

Before its wake, it billows a pure and purging crest

Drowning parasitic barnacles, and filling spaces of

Spiraling, ebony undertows of darkness.

You come to me in tides...

As we stroll along the shore,

The long, spindly slanted patterns

Of our evening, moon shadows

Casts images on the sands far behind us.

Never to obscure our course ahead again,

None ever to force their murky vessels

Into the ports of our rich and bountiful sea.

You come to me in tides...

Wind filling and moving my empty sails,

Swirling and dancing of natures celebration

Through satin pastel, moon-lit skies,

Awakening senses long quiet and forgotten,

And glittering dreams, once thought illusioned,

Lifting gull's wings free and unbound in skies,

Lifting me to meet your beauty in the heavens.

In tides, you come to me

©Sharon Angleman

11/19/99