The Tide in Me

A night sky comes to calling in the fire of a midnight sun.  I come calling upon the frost of a chilling winter day and the weary light
of the moonlit sky.

Upon the calling of a warm winter sun, I find the day abides in the dip of the cool winter breeze and upon the mist.

I feel the anticipation of all that is mine to be had in you.

I am in a dream of isolation now and that quiet is moving me to you and in the raging sea I glide over your quantity in degrees.

As the mountain peaks over valleys and hillside trees. 

I find myself slipping into the shadow of light in my regards for you.

Now with disease, I find you near and in that hope, I find my life subsiding in you.

I am clear and in my spirit there is a warm fire that burns deep into my eyes and, in that fire, I find the ice hot abound upon the bone's midnight warmth.

Come and relax with me, my fire ice, and find my twisted body wishing upon your memory of me as it fades away.

I am a dream and I see you wishing upon a bloom of all that is real in the world.

Look to me atop the morning sun and tell me of a time when the fire burned bright and let the ashes take me to another place.

I am in forever lost and I take myself to you in a wish that transforms me into a winter dream.

I am your summer and your raging sea that flies upon the wings of a sail and then quickly moves to a place by your bedside table.

I am your desire that forms upon wings of the Angels and Heaven abides in the gliding of joy upon the might of all that is princely upon the might of Michael, The Angel of Nobility.

 I am your rising sea and in the tide, I feel the need to remove the salt from the sky and delineate in thee all the trees that removes themselves from me.

 I am the grain upon the distant sands and the desert sun upon your unquenchable thirst.

Pour down upon me the rainfall of your water and quench my thirst and tell me a tale of all that is lost in paradise.

I am your risen tide and in the salt of the raging sea, let all the violence come to me, inside the dark clouds of multiple degrees.

Come to me calling and find me in your park of greens, and tell me of the story to be, my sweet raging sea