Tide

In elan vital — a spark,
That flickers and ignites,
Cocooned within the dark,
A soul to cells alights,
Then flesh and blood embark,
On a road of endless sights.
Formation.

Mouth gapes in expectation,
Salve and sustenance abound,
Coddled at each sensation,
Every lulling soothing sound,
Are tenderness in relation,
As love swaddles and surrounds,
Protection.

Threshold the nubile and naive,
Leaving nest and kin behind,
Naught to worry, nor to grieve,
Strength in surety of mind,
Choices are the warp and weave,
Of the blind leading the blind.
Direction.

And dawdling, the waters ebb,
Revealing the detritus below,
The threads entangle as a web,
Tatters the cloth of life and woe,
A hard awakening — a common pleb!
A spirit sinks, and is brought low.
Disaffection.

The days and the years grow long,
Dreams wash away with the tide.
No longer to this time belong,
Mortals with a banished pride.
Ear inclined to hear the song,
The sea whispers as it subsides.
Resurrection.