Horses Of The Tides

Monsters are waiting in the wings
As the audience laughs and applauds
Sing sweetly of your life and death
Of your highways and your final breath

One by one the characters arrive
The phonographic promise comes to light

Invisible conversations
In the poetry of response
The lions stand at guard
The fire warms our souls
And defends our nights

Breed me a lustful sinner
So that I may be deflowered again
In the night of rebirth
Make me into a noble winner
So that their criticism may end
In this night of rebirth

Mother may I hang I
In the eye of another emotional storm
Mother may I hang I
In the eye of the one yet to be born

When our mothers slowed us down
Charlotte raised the floodgates
Here comes the horses of the tides
Sped in cycles before it's too late

Tantric sermons of thought are
Softly spoken 'round streetlights
Providing street corner soundtracks
Of a ceremonial night
Under the cold moon's glare
Like that of the nocturnal mare

Here comes the horses yet again...

Rapture and confusion
Swells in their currents
Unrelenting
Overpowering
Water, honey sweet water
Capable of giving life as well as destroy
Unforgiving in it's force
Never concerned with who the fuck you are

Blood mixes in with the foam
The redder it gets the deeper it goes

Placed me now in soft repose
The Aquarian requiem
Tombstones littering their shores
Armoured in fences
As the night carries on

Con me a survivor
To take the bait on the trap-door
So that I may make my getaway
To partake in a love that implores

Slowed in cycles of solid content
The stampede becomes a
Wet and sandy gallop
The ebb and flow released
Without restraint
In soft summer slumbers down

There goes the horses yet again...

(c)2015 ~Moonfire-Lark