The Tide That Left and Never Came Back

Spell bound, like chains clamped

To the mightiest structure,

She gazed up at the comet

Dancing along the endless sky.

A light flickers on

As the paddles zap her core,

And with new eyes, discovers

Her world: transfigured and unknown.

Sweet scents, clear contours,

And magnified melodies

Ambush the unarmed soldier,

And retreat to Utopia.

No feeling can match -

As complete as a circuit,

She is invincible and

Nothing will generate sorrow.

Going, going, gone -

Consumed by the shadows, she

is lost; without a road map.

Her pain is a spreading cancer,

Relentless, wicked,

And hushed. The bitter wind swept

The obscured abyss harshly -

A ship caught in a violent sea.

Unwavering and

irrevocable; her love.

She waits for: her light, her heart

Her complement to reappear.

Many mock her faith.

Labelled foolish like a child,

Obedient as a dog,

Her thoughts are left safely intact.

And now she must choose.

Worn like a bruise or a badge;

Her heart can fight the war or

Yearn in the deepest agony.