Woods Of Desolation The Falling Tide
Slowly the tide is falling
With the light of the blue hour
Receding to the waters of oblivion
To be cloaked behind the twilight veil
To where sea and sky endlessly intwined
Are woven as one
And held in a silence without end
No words left to be said
And no paths left to wander
Nothing but the tide falling
Returning silently once again
Another life passes to awaken once again renеwed
Submerged within boundlеss waves of golden light
To rise and fall with the breath of infinity
To drift as one with the lull of the falling tide
