On a High

As the days begin to count down

with every passing minute

im getting high

with a silent sigh.

But im not the only one.

there are a number

sighing over days to remember

creeping in their minds

like an overgrown ivy.

But bliemy! look

who too is on a high;

raging and swelling

on shores and dwelling;

the swollen seas

much like our overflown memories…

As the waves come crashing by

flooding us with old memory,

The high tide of the Century

symbolic of the time

for us to tide- into the new country!