High tide, restless waters
a chase to the call of the moon
white flag raised to the glaze of tomorrows
alas, forsaken, un-used

Sunken treasures portray no measure
of worth to the vessel they shore
lost in waters haphazardly charted
Forever, forgotten, no-more

High tide, restless waters
a wake to the rise of the storm
who's take of the shattered, the beaten, the battered
is naught but the shell that adorned