Night Tide

I hope you’ve had the pleasure to sleep near the ocean at night; close enough to hear the rhythmic crash of tidal waves. It is peaceful both in storm and calm, but it is the gentle pulsing of a normal night that I’m thinking about for the post.

Night Tide

©2014 Rolland G. Smith

Hear the rolling waves of night

And their dark folds ending bright,

With its crest that calls again

Back to where we’ve always been.

Dark below the waxing night,

Bright above with starry sight,

Soon the wave cannot be seen

Passing o’r the life marine.

Hear it, yes, and feel it too

As rhythm flows in and through,

Then your tide within thereon

Feels the glow of celadon.

Take this rhythm when you leave

And a peace you will receive,

No matter where you abide

Your breath within is your tide.