A Wave. Poem by Mountain Man

A wave comes in.
A tide becoming.
A sea of tranquility.
A symphony.
A bass so lonely notes.
A drummer with a distorted rhythm.
The guitarist picks up the dread.
A blues number by the board.
As the queen travels abound.
A wave now alive.
A light becoming to strike out
the darkness.
Darkness blooms.
The people shout doom.
As the machines march forward.
Forward as the general cried.
Cried many tears of yesterday.