Spectral Tide

Far removed with much between us,
I was intrigued by the mountains
but you cared for the oceans.
I climbed peaks to the clouds
while you sculpted the sand
and vaulted chasms as you swam,
plummeting from crags
when you'd lie on your raft.
I'd emerge from the rifts
and you'd tell me good-bye,
saying that we'd wasted enough of our lives.
You and I scorched the summit,
together we blasted craters in the dunes,
but it was you who knew of the spectral tide,
having seen the sea under the sun and the moon.
Now all of our cataclysms
will become as phantoms
that divide You and I
like two statues from different times
and far-off lands.

Far removed with much between us,
It's all sunk beneath the waters.
The spectral tide toppled all my spires
and I drown with the ghosts of yesteryear.
Though I have been scorched by fire
and blasted with pain
I am but a weak statue,
fated to crumble with age in the rain.
Stranded in the lowlands,
with floods as my bane,
my endurance fades and my shell weakens,
my soul has all but waned.
Looking toward the ocean, I wait out my days
expecting to see a tidal wave on the plains.