The Tide that will guide

When men set sail embarking
For peace destined to fail
Is the tall tale to only fall
Before the beast.

Following the high tide
As wishing for a vision
That may guide the way
But sea caps collapse
All headway as being
Led is said to stray.

As November rain came
So cold who's to blame
Of the same memories
To behold.

Finding what thoughts
Last forgot the weary way
I came forever in reflection
I shall remain.