Prince of Tides

 

Drifting along the rippling Tide

Shores whitened with foam far and wide

Waters drawing me in, I am swept away

Into your arms, “Child of Clay”,

You whispered softly, called my name

Rocked gently my broken frame

Luring me into the bottom of the sea

Filling my lungs, setting me free

With a kiss on my burning lip

Where is my crew, where is my ship?

I cannot see the surface, it’s pitch dark

Where the mast struck, it left its mark

Blood trickled, mixed with tears

How long has it been, seconds or years

I battle with the raging waves for a breath

They slam me under, to face my impending death

My ship is a now coffin, the stern and bow

You are the waters the dragged me below

The waves around me toss and churn

To your embrace I long and yearn

You are the dream that burns inside

You are the shore where I have died

Maxwell O’REILLY