Cross the Crimson Tide
Cross the crimson tide
That snakes, dividing the vale divide
With stories I was plied of hero’s who’d death defied
How they’d crossed the crimson tide,
They lied
Deep inside I’d tried
Failed to reach the other side
My demise can’t be denied
Body tossed by crimson tide
Cascading down the vale divide
Like a child’s toy down playground slide
I cried out in great pain, inside burst outside
Flumes of red shot out as my to be corpse and rocks collide
Free this soul from this corpse boat
That bob’s like a cork on crimson tide
Free this soul before the devils hotel is spied
A dark, dark place to reside
Cried my last tears for redemption
Celestial light picked out my bobbing corpse
Heavenly intervention had spied
The devil cried
A hand scraped out the remains of purity from my soul
Joyous tears explode
Tied to a pure white dove, bourn to the apricot white tide
On Gods side
Floating above crimson tide
See me slide up the children’s slide
Inside a new body I now reside
Have you the faith to cross the crimson tide
That snakes between the vales divide?
©Phil Golding 07/08
Philip Golding
Mon 14th Jul 2008 23:50
Thank you to all three for your kind comments, This poem does mean alot to me on a personal level. It pleases me that fellow poems see some of the spiritulism within these words