Tides abound in endless dreams,
Of truth to carry through seas and streams.
A traitors kiss is offered now
Cool lips upon a salty brow.
Crashing waves and pounding heart:
Our ebb and flow a work of art.
Imprisoned words on rusty tongues,
Freed by oceanic drums.
Sorrows tumble overboard,
Our treasured truths ever-flawed.
Dangers lurk in ancient depths
Mysteries my heart protects.
Compass set, and onward bound
To lost and broken-hearted ground,
The tides alone won’t set us free,
Bound together in mystery.
Shipwrecked on an ancient shore,
Sirens’ song and tales of yore,
Truths discovered at such a cost,
Amongst the bleached skulls of the lost.