High Tide

 

 

 

Harbor....haven

Open your self to me

Let me anchor myself

inside your gentle calm surfaced station

Hold me in the face of the storm

approaching

Let me lean into port

Take me deep into the safety

of your arms. your soul, your body

Greet me with your grace on my return

from the Sea

I will translate my tales to you

as I am nestled and docked

to you

Tell you, I will of the sea monsters I battled

and the battle of my own human

condition

And the days the wind was mild

And the nights she threw me around

so wickedly wild she almost

split me in two

I will tell you of the tides...turning

and the tides tempering

All within mere moments of each other

Yes, the Sea is my maiden

You, are my safe haven, my love

my welcoming place of gentle return

The calm after the many storms of

a life lived on high tide