As the Tide Rolls In

The wine briskly flows against the grain coast from coast to coast in simplicity and nuance.

Follow the leader underneath moonless night the tides shift and we float on alright.

The saddest shores as we lay a float on midnight's wave lengths.

Symphonic nocturnes splash in silly delight the stars fixtures along the lazy rivers of change.

Harnessed against better caution we bathe in gaslight from the waves that follow up forgetting the dates, the times. 

The identity theft unreal as we are not who we were, but lack the credentials for who we should be.

Just passengers a drift on the midnight sea. 

Hurricane fevers whisk on by as we are immune to the wreckage it partakes off on the foam we drift by.

Screaming beneath the waves are the dear and departed we exclude as they wail us to sleep knowing our old names.

Blackest thorns graze the skin not breaking, as the waves crest on shore the wind softly trebles, and lulls the coast as sands of time flux, and we wait as we look to new dawn that fades. 

Grey cloaks the morning dew, and we wade along hoping to make due!