A Poem A Day, Authored By Me

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Having been sick these last few days, has taken me 4 days to write this piece.
Now presented with no edits and may end up getting none..-Tyr


As High Tide Washed In Its Treasures And Roaring Sounds
(Death and Ghostly Pleas)

I ran into the high tide and its drowning roar
no more shall waking dawns find my waning glow
There was life but I always wanted so much more
not the false glamour or wealth made just for show.

Soon as receding waters remove rotting skin
I shall stride ashore, ghostly and with new heart
No longer a failure among throngs of vain men
where only death can bring another hopeful start?

Will not new moon and hot sun then warm my soul
summer breeze's flow ease this long panting desire
O' spirit! Thank this, in death was paid the great toll
to find her vanished love and relight dying fires.

I moan in anguish, from low hills and distant bays
for this estate is lonely, dark and strangely cold
Doomed to vanish in brilliant light of sunny days
as stories of my death children are often told.

Her soul, I wander and search for each night in vain
it is as she has now vanished from earth and sky
My love, my all, of her nothing here now remains
now I am again lost and ask the reason why.

Bitter and dark, this state I in agony roam
begging help and pity from night skies above
As if dead hero from one of the ancient tomes
sacrificed life and all for she that he truly loves.

Dark has fallen, distant hills, hear a wailing moan
a sad plea from lost lover once far out of bounds
I see her, waiting at shore, standing all alone
as high tide washed in its treasures and roaring sounds.


Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017
Rhyme ( (Death and Ghostly Pleas)

Edit- To fix a fix typo in the title...