Analysis of Calming Tides

A journey of a lifetime.
I set my sails and left the shores of fear and doubt.
As to which,
The winds blew not with rage.
My sails were driven.
Tides so low and volatile.

Storms chafe and soon wear out themselves.
At the rising of the mother moon.
So gracious and tender.
Calming the tides.
Driving away the gross darkness of the night.

Reaching the horizon. I hear the nightingale sing.
The frogs join in to serenade.
The moon commencing her glory.
Making the waters to  shimmer.
As waves graciously dance.

In the heart of hearts, was love hid.
You employed the bees.
You assigned them to build combs.
And fill them with honey.
Just so it could keep our love warm and tender.

When the storms of life are raging
Tempests wide,
On sea and land.
Rest for a while,
Not forever.
Arise and shine.
 Before the tides swallow us up.
And calm the tides.