Is there another tide?

Is there another tide?
'Have waited for a long time,
The stills of dying sun-shines
Reflect a young me, passing by.

Wish I had a horse to ride
Along the beach, they call Paradise
And a gun tied to my seat
To wake up from the dream.

I see pages raining before me
And I chase with an uplifted spirit
Without fear, thoughts and anxiety
Is there another tide left for me?

Wouldn't I lose myself in its arms?
Rise with it to the imposing heaven,
Heel myself with the touch of life
And be thrown back down to die...

Till the next poem;