Vermilion Skies

'Tides'

The tides of the seas,

In its turbulent ripples;

Flow in its binds,

In its roaring waves.

With no silence paving;

No turn less torrid;

"I flow in my will,

My spirits holding still"

The vicissitudes are just ;

Conditions of moments.

The waves will ebb,

In its shuddering times.

But my spirits to live;

In its lonely might.

"The tides of my might survive to the tides of time."


Aren't our lives also like the seas, and by the end of our journey do we also not become those waves ...which drive us and by the end of it do we also not collapse like those dying waves?

"In one tides bosom,

The other collapsing tide seeks salvation"

But a journey is a journey, let's begin!