Crimson Tide

 Crimson Tide 

The full moon's brave gaze 

Swept the sky like an  ancient blaze 

The wet sand mirrors its glow, 

The sea is turbulent, the winds blow 

She came in with the rippling tide 

Broke free from the ocean in a stride 

A wild bird, she cries in the gale

The winds blow and ruffle my sail 

She steals my voice, fills my lung with roars, 

I glide on the air, aloft I soar 

The push of the current guides me to the surf's domain, 

Where mysteries and power hum beneath the moon's silver reign.

Clouds scatter like ancient secrets, something wild 

stirs in the air, yet gentle as a child 

Pinned by her touch, I strive to break free, 

for she is the ocean, a gentle plea 

Escapes my lips, a whispered tale

The power of the winds and gale 

She is the air in my burning chest 

The heartbeat, the pulse within my breast 

She is life itself, a whispered song, 

A flame of crimson tide burning strong 

When her touch was released, I erupted into flame

To my broken heart, she laid her claim 

I became one with the ocean's, rolling with the waves

My mane is sea foam, my heart is a grave 

Though I drowned, profusely bled 

I was the drop that turned the ocean red 

 Maxwell O'Reilly