Tide

Sweeping and rolling through eternities
Shaping, washing damages astrew
A tempest broiled of withering austerity,
The tidal crest, swaying steady, shaky and blue
Cascades along faithless flurrying flows of time
Over roaring gusts of restless tune
To join the frothing dance to tinkling chimes
As gradually the sun takes o'er the moon.
Cresting highs, free-flowing falls
Willfully welcomed, whispered wish
Then deserted whether sorrowed or fair
Uneasy they seem, these seas of bliss
Revolutions unhindered continue unleashed
As tides continue great journeys unceased.