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RISING TIDE
by Selia Qynn, 5/24/91

I felt you come around my ocean wanting in.
The dive was so easy, tell me, was it worth the swim?
Well, the ocean can't help being blue,
But I never meant to cry for you.
And for dreams that didn't wake,
And for things that might have been.

The flame is calling the moth to sacrifice.
Caught up in the magic, he circles once or twice.
Ah, but the essence of love's desire
Calls to him beyond the fire.
So he flies through the flaming veil
To the other side.

I look to the west where the ocean waves goodbye.
Where the waves in the wind kiss the steamy sunset sky.
Forever they collide.
It's a flame. It's a rising tide.
It's a dream that will wake you,
And beckon you to fly.

When a vision calls for you to consider something more,
You will never be the same. It's like the ever shifting shore.
It's a merge with the rising tide,
A place where only love survives.
Take your faith and your heart in your hand
Through the open door.

It's a flame. It's a rising tide.
A place where only love survives.
Take your faith and your heart in your hand
Through the open door.