Rising Tide on the High Sun

R. James Buehner

The moon was setting,
The night was ending.
The Sun came up on time,
The rays began to shine.
The warmth was felt by man,
The light shone on the lands.
The day was like any other,
Or so thought his good mother.

She started in to her work,
She was a assistant clerk,
She was employed by Fisher’s Store,
She was almost always so bored.
She loved her tot very much,
She never complained as such.
She knew the day would be fine,
Just then she heard a small whine.

Running out the door she saw,
Something that did make her bawl.
Going to the sea, was where she longed to be,
Many a time it made her feel very free.
She could not believe her deep blue eyes,
By seeing all those fast rushing tides.

The tide was high, which did not make much sense,
For it ran over the little garden fence.
What was going on?
And for just how long?
Suddenly she saw what appeared to be a man,
Speeding along on a most odd shaped circle fan.
It was made of purple floral,
And looked as if it be coral.

The man spoke out to her all at once,
Said he had traveled for several months.
She could not muster a lone word,
Just stared at this rather odd bird.
He said she should come with him,
Where she would see the waves brim.
He told her to climb aboard,
She replied why yes m’ lord.

She knew this was the sea king of old,
By the greenish blue ring with white gold.
Which he always wore,
It was said in lore.
He talked of life and love,
Given by the skies above.
She listened patiently,
And made some inquiries.

Where might his loyal subjects live,
Under the vast, dark ocean sieve?
Where was his majesty’s thrown,
That was made of whale bone?
Can she perhaps go and see,
Would he even let this be?

He told her he could show,
Then she would see a glow.
Deep and very far down below,
Where the real rivers do flow.
She said she had always longed,
And felt though she might belong.
He said he saw her in his mind,
On his bed of seaweed and lime.

The Mother began again to think,
And her happiness started to shrink,
He had to ask her what was wrong,
She asked how long would they be gone?
A day or two he said,
That is what she had dread,
He questioned what did she mean,
And she answered with her whole being.

My boy needs all my care,
For his love is quite rare.
He has no one to look after him if I am here,
And this doth make me increase in fear.
As they did fly upon the waves,
Her lil’ boy was quite unsafe.
In her mind anyway was that thought,
What if her son was forever lost?

The sea king saw her pain,
And was grand in his reign.
He understood her concern,
This is something he had learned.
For he lost his boy to be,
Despite his lone godly plea.
He now turned to her and then said,
I will love thee till I am dead.

She did not know what to say,
As if she was in a play,
And had forgotten her next line,
The sea king was so very kind.
He only looked into her eyes,
She knew he was indeed so wise.
They did fall in love at this time,
For love hath no reason nor rhyme.

As he took her back to the beach,
He had to her himself beseech:
May she not forget his love,
Though she may live high above.
Someday he will come for her,
With flowers, shells, gems, and myrrh.

And as his shell sped out of sight,
Her babe came running in the night.
He threw his arms around her form,
As the night turned into the morn.
He kissed her all over neck and face,
Not minding a bit the cold, damp lace.
She thanked the heavens he was safe,
This always was her most loved place.

Rising Tide on the High Sun

Robert  Buehner

Cleveland, United States

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