In The Field Of The Tall Tides Poem by Curtis Mosby

Fallen before the wind I lose all hope.I am nearly blinded in sight so hard to find home thru the night.I stare at the moon as the stars flicker like eye lids.I forbid showing my tears knowing I am alone in fear.Waiting to be save but is it me that save me.Faith has little say thought I pray the pain come anyway.If only I can believe I would rise like the open sea of glory.Exhausted I find clarity thru the rain walking on my own footsteps.I close my eyes deep beneath the weeds and grassy the planes.The sun touches me as If I was a flower in a garden.Time grows but I follow in long strides to meet my destiny.In the field of the tall tides.