When high tide rises into the bay
On a moonless night far away
Eerie air crying in ways bizarre
And mind looking for a guiding star
The soul savours for a tranquil breeze
While time won’t allow itself to freeze
And rivers of emotions run so deep
As memories upon memories sweep
And morning dew like tears lay
On the fallen petals of yesterday
My thought travels through barren land
For the bliss of a comforting hand
A tired skeleton on its last legs
In vain effort for mercy begs
Amidst melancholy's rising tower
Buds of hope dream to flower