by Michael Planter

Blue tides….high waters
oh my, she’s back again
take my hand…take my hand
take me away from here…
before I sink below her mystique.

I’m losing
daylight disappears
blue tides…high waters
I’ve sunk below her mystique
drifting silently in the dark
I can never go back.

Blue tides and high waters
never to be seen again
drift away in the silence
drift away in her mystique.