A Poem For Your Thoughts

She is the Tide

She who is the sea, tranquil in the dawn

Concedes to simple thoughts, of those who look upon

The beauty of her form, in gentle moon-licked light

For little do they know, she possesses frightful might

In the turning of a breathe, on the winds of somber night

She turns the bloodied sailor, to a ghost of palest white

Upon her wayward face, no warning did arise

That beneath her calming visage, lied the raging of the tide