Words gone, lost like sea spray, like years, like the
old, fat sun surrendering to the Atlantic horizon
as the day dies in the chill inky deep,
ambition and promises drowning in seas of me.
Wave after wave rakes the gull-stalked sands, yet
you and me wait still for the one that never comes, that
promise of fulfilment beyond the drowned dusk skyline
of abalone skies and Serpentine cloud monsters.
Dreamers we are, ocean wonderers, borne high
on clattering surf and drifting salt winds,
you and me, washed out on a tide of lives,
too far from the crumbled shores that made us.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
