The pull of the tide.

Sacred heart of the maker
pulling at my heart strings
As others do break her
Thoughts collide in flippant order
Body process on like a soldier
World flip into a youthful spirit
As words are lost in a lip sliding kiss
Oh calm these waters as vomit emits
Awash these clothes that no longer fit
Dry out this linen and bring me home
The more to whisper, the more to roam
To whisper to all with freedom restrained
But blown in the wind so beautifully framed in a breath and breadth of this
world and sky.
The one you forgot and yet keep within your eye.
Remember this babe that you sent to fill
the room with a light, when you're patient and still, and talk to my sleeping mind this very night.
Leave us not forever dearly departed but allow us to feel whom are necessary.