Rising tides

The moon rises

The shores turn silent

The tides fall

The winds whirl beyond the shore

To and fro.

The sand wet with the rising and falling waves

Marked with the disappearing steps

Of the wandering soul 

Along the line of comprehension and guilt,

Looked down by that eye 

Isolated and the only illuminated 

Bathed in it's lethe,

Clearing the path along its way.

The soul humbled by that illuminated glance

kindly treated with the unwelcoming stance;

The water peace out the lands,

Warm winds hugging the sense

But the air is still as the mountains.

Ill illuminated nature hisses back

Trying to protect the soul tired from his heart

But then when he turns around

The silence pierces his heart.

One step closer and he imagines,

Himself to be embraced

By the waters that are supposed to be cold

Yet warmer than those untold words left untold.

Author's Note

I wrote this cause my friend asked me to write a poem on this image (in the cover). The poem's based on how i feel seeing it and tried my best to express those feelings here.