ON STRANGE TIDES

I had seen tides like that, while on shore

Haunted, I had heard their loud roars

But those tides don’t haunt me today

It’s my heart that argues not to stay

An urge to go along with it

A strange feeling, I never felt before

The tide still throws the splash as always

As spit of challenges, they came, like those days

But my fragile boat and frail oars are ready

My own nerves strangely, calm and steady

A strange passion grips my heart,

It’s a new experience in many different ways

So I read my prayers and held my breath

The boat is my ride, oars are swords drawn from sheath

The tide still spits with its false pride

But can see a new zeal, new steps in my stride

I declare the final battle,

Be it now a victorious garland or prideful wreath

I pushed my boat in that tide

I can’t see the pride on which I smite

I now see the horizon beyond, the vision I dreamt about

Be it a mirage, but I still won the final bout

I saw that I wanted to see,

I conquered the indefatigable, I saw the sunlight