Turn Of The Tide

The time knows of this ocean
through storm and savage splendour,
and she has mocked the motions
of the tide, through froth and fear
she makes herself the sender
of the thoughts relived and heard
through speech which word on word
recalls the ocean calm and clear.

The waves take kings and peasants
though time's terms of invasion
create the cursed crescents of the sea.
Fear struck in minds,
men tell of the occasions
when the surf would slay a man:
"Sea has no plot or plan."
Though time will never wait for tide.

The waves lap calm and coolly
and sat beside the cliff ridge
I wonder quite how cruelly
the same tide can fill with fear
men brave or blessed with knowledge
though it can't disturb my mind -
I'm happy in my time
sat by the ocean, calm and clear.
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