Tide

Shattered on shores lie all the wreckage of hopes and dreams Rocks and shoals bar the way to safe harbour Winds howl, waves roar And a life lies in pieces on unrelenting stone This is the time and place To get back in the game Take up hammer and nails Put the pieces back together…

It’s time

We’re standing on the quay Where our boat is moored Brightly painted, trim and neat Provisions already stowed away below deck Let’s jump aboard, loose the mooring rope And point the prow towards the rising sun Let’s raise the sail to catch that following wind It’s time to go, friends Skimming over the waves under…

Fog at the waterfront

Globes of dim light hanging in space Resolve into lamps lining the quay As fog rolls in from the chilly sea Seats line the barriers facing the brine In summer time it’s good to sit And meditate on the rolling tide But now, in the night and the misty air The ocean is vanished behind…

Sailing the Sky

Sky meets horizon and reflects in the still water two suns, two sets of drifting cloud white to yellow, then red to purple and blue doubled, radiating above and below Let us enter the boat and drift across the sea surrounded by colour and light until we do not know whether we sail the water…

When the Lighthouse Broke

When the lighthouse broke The world crashed and sank Detritus on the rocks And the screams of the condemned Join with the howling of the gale When the lighthouse broke There was only the darkness Of despair and death Hopelessness and futility Shall we stand on the edge of the world And face the abyss…

Freedom

Sun bright in the sky shines down on water smooth as glass boats bob gently in the bay yachts shiny clean and ready to sail sitting on my verandah watching them go I wish I could go too jump on a boat and fly out to sea, to freedom under the sky the immensity of…