(1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

The Tide Has Turned

The tide has turned and water runs up hill.
Shadows hide from me, yea life stands still.
Facing each, I've had to face them all.
Nothing's done and morning's past, I cannot come.

Alarmed by me, their tone of voice is harsh.
Stubborn I have been no saving grace.
A whippoorwill that call's is never lost.
Can't you see that nature's never what you've seen?

While a rose that opened wide drew forth a smile.
Listen to the waves that splash upon the rocks.
In love with death that danced around but needs no space.
One brought forth at dawn and lined up straight it
passed right through and hit square flush, upon the wall.

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