We walk towards the distant prospect, Water on our each bare feet; Quiet in our mien and aspect, Cool amid the midday heat. Past the throngs of unknown people; Tourists, squatters, residents - Unaware of destination, Fully in the present tense. Let the wind change but a moment, Let the crowd just fade away: It's our beach, and it's our pleasure, And, for once, it is our Day
When he was there, the others were asleep. The beach was empty, but for gulls and waves; The morning tide receded in the deep As music written on the ocean's staves With all the somethings that had been amiss, Beside these pillars, once a mighty pier, He knew, some way, they'd get through all of this - Like standing promises Of yesteryear
If memory was made of glass,
And I could see right through,
Perhaps I’d see it clearly: how
It’s always been with you
Perhaps then I could understand
What led you to each choice:
The demons on your shoulder, and
Your broken inner voice
But such has not been mine, as yet –
Clear-sighted memory –
And so I search these waters for
Some bit
Of clarity
A morning friend by me
Just sitting by the sea;
I do not know where all she’s been,
As she does not know me
As lives are circumspect,
And fortunes sometimes wreck’d,
We find here on this sandy wet
Our brief lives intersect
My morning friend and I
Just watch the waves go by:
Before the day that I must trudge
And she, in turn,
Must fly
the morning shyly moves away
in waves of mist and cream;
and i move damp with spray and sand
into a walking dream
the dimly cast horizon sits
beyond the veil of sight;
where time stands loosely, hands by sides,
and day melds into night
your breath i hear, your touch i feel,
as light as feathered gauze;
the scent of ocean waves and kelp,
as hope – with its own laws
and so the mists of morningside
surround and pierce through me;
the walking dream of one who’s still
at one with
destiny
The kind of trouble that she was
I’d never known in all my days;
But found in new and countless ways
That trouble is as trouble does
Entrancing in her loveliness,
And seemingly so soft and sweet:
I found her virtue truly fleet,
For she, at heart, was pitiless
Our troubles take a certain shape.
I sought, from her, a higher ground:
But when I breathed her in, I found
A trouble I could not
Escape
The sun sets on the bay in peace
Away from where the waters roil;
The gulf is awesome, frightening,
But here, the watcher hides away from toil
I find a pattern in these words:
Tetrameter, that gives its way
At last, to one pentameter –
That final heartbeat of descending day
The pattern of the waves and wind
The people on the beach out there
The choices I cannot rescind
And all the memories I’ve yet to share…
The life that I have now is good
But scarcely free from care and grief
I’d lighten your load if I could
We’re here to do that – such is my belief…
I feel her fingers on my hair
As lightly they express her love
Why do I always search out there
When what I have is all that I’d dreamed of?
