The sea, the sun and sail

The capturing is in the eyes,
Connected to the ecstasy
Of everything that sunward lies;
Conveyed through mystic artistry

Upon a textured lanyard glows
The thought that fingers turn to glass
The sea, the sun and sail that blows
Through days that cannot too soon

Painting credit : © Merkushev | – Sea, sun, sailboat

water fallen

he asked her once
why she was so afraid –
if he had known
how badly he scared her
he would not have asked

  water fallen, as a dream
  that drifts upon a mountainside;
  water fallen, every day
  across a heart that’s deep and wide

she told him once
that he should strive for more –
if she had known
how badly that scared him
she might not have enjoined him so

  water fallen, like the days
  that we careless cast away:
  water fallen, all the ways
  that we find to port and pay

they married once
because the day seemed right –
if they had known
the scabs don’t heal by picking
they might not have touched —

  water fallen, like the hope
  love will come to stay for good;
  water fallen, in the glade
  where those two young lovers stood.
  water fallen, hearts will try,
  even though their fate seems dim —
  but as love has ever been, so
  will be her and
  will be

A Play

The storm put on a play for us,
The starring roles were waves;
Production values were sublime,
And played ‘cross coves and caves —

The ocean reached into the sky,
The sky became the sea;
In beauty and magnificence,
Chaotic purity —

The waves came back to take their bows,
The ocean roared applause;
We stood in wonder at it all,
That truth that blinds, not gnaws —

That we aren’t insignificant,
Although at times we feel:
It’s just when nature takes the stage
There’s little else
Seems real

Photo / Painting by Holly