Waves

The rythme of tides that flow from a lumious moon

Waves

Swimming alone in an unknown sea
Waves of mystery wash over me.

A merciful undertow of forgetfulness flows
From the depths from the bottom drowning my woes.

The rythme of tides that flow from a lumious moon
Bless me and keep me and wash me up soon.

Let me once again stand upon white sacred shores
Where all wounds are healed and all still adored.

Run my feet in the sands of eternal bliss
Cool in the spray, a supernal mist.