TEMPEST INLAND: RIDE ME TO SAND

TEMPEST INLAND: RIDE ME TO SAND

Lullaby, tread no more!
Upon me ride, swim up swell
From Posidon's clapped hands
To crest and surf me
To sand.

A call answered from beyond breakers
Under a red sky morning
From the incoming tempest.

The tide is in though accusers swim caught
In rip dumbfound, alarmed and chagrin
Fear compound passes therethrough
Choked pleadings will not effect
Rescue.

Held in fury atop watery nimbus percussion pound
Along a wave blue, a maw white to crackling guitar
Licks sliding on Apocalypse Now with passes over
Urchins, tenticles, and coral black reef of scatter
Inbound.

Lean back, rest, close now your eyes
Dip, swirl your fingers in this tidal comfort
The absence of Harpoons as the curl comes
In.

Behind those sun warmed shallows
The new awaits, from swell to
Wave abate and your gentle touch
Down.

Steady, stand, diminishes the squall
Return to the expanse until next the
Call.

When back to taste you hurry
To on trust suspend
Behind Trident's wake
To land.