Tide

Hush
I see the intense dark of her face
Her hair wild, raging white
In her stride,
Glances of a million eyes
Callous, blown

Spies
In her lucid lap, they sleep
Alibis of a million lives
In bubbles they sleep
Fugacious blossoms of fantasies
In sullen drops they sleep
Sound, cantabile

Whisper
Gentle moans, seething pain
In rustle of her hair
Chirrups, dirges
Of playful children under her blanket
Satiated, restless

Temptation
Lost consciousness, stoned
In her vast expanse
Death
Taste serenity in her dance
Ferocious, lithe

Chime
On footsteps of friends
She breaks
She dives old,
Comes out reborn
At the footsteps of friends
To break again
Shattered, flawless

Hunger, a state of mind
A tide can wash away

A thousand lovers in act of defiance
Tide nurtures