Member Poem

These dreams I dreamt now flow beneath me
Like still shoals, turned rash and alive - 
Came to the shore of my being and grabbed me
With the tough, algae hand of the tide.

I awaken in mystical waters
Near caverns where mermaids come to die; 
The point where the light turns to shadows,
The spot where the moon turns the tide.

I sat in dark corners and wept there, 
For what I’d seen and for what I couldn’t find
For the people, the things that are gone now,
For what I loved, and for what I left behind. 

I rose up on the rock on by the seaside
And I sang out an old tune in my heart
And I silenced the fear, played out in my ear- 
Cause the end, is where everything starts.