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Moss has grown between the cracks
of the path, shrouded in many Winter fogs.
My heart was lost to the sea long ago,
so I walk the path like a forgotten wraith.
Many have come to this place and died
of the fright they feel within their hearts.
My moss heart longs for death.
I looked for you
between the hearts and the shapes
of pebbles found discarded on the
colourful sea shore.
Would you be a smooth pebble,
a sharp and blunt pebble,
or a pebble never to be found?
I chose my favourite pebble,
and it was you.
swept away from there
last seen running in a cloak
shadows and the sea
the lighthouse keeper worries
a vision of innocence
o’er the grassy sand dunes,
we went tumbling towards the soft sea.
you and me together,
two carefree lovers looking for free.
rolling until we stop,
out of breath from laughing with the sea.
you and I are running,
never stopping until you can see.
standing on the Skerry,
looking towards you, the azure sea
I don’t want to be free,
I want you to be a part of me.
Out there with the heavy clouds hanging around you and the sea never far away from your messed up heart, I listen to you experiment with the notion that not all humans are here to grow old.
Fearful of your words, I listened to you tell me how you want to caress a Lobster.
a virtual museum
the children watch humans from centuries ago
their attributes are
so different from anything the children understand
an uncontrolled sea
landscapes with rolling hills, trees, and sunlit animals
A natural freedom these children will never know
Have you ever seen the grass move like waves of the sea?
Even here, the sea is never far from you and me.
a hot wind blows
through my clothes to burn my skin
as I think of you
resting in a place so far from the sea
so that you could
be close to the son you loved so much
reduced to ash
I think of you resting without adventure
and I wonder
if I should have given you to the sea
From the first word
sinking into deeper water
Forgetting the world
submerged in saltwater
Feeling the wilting
swimming for the shore
Finish the last word
sorrow with empty shells
by the sea
lost in dreams and the waves
a rousing fire from within forms
dry, cracked lips
you linger beyond the horizon
coffee and cake
sipping tea with laughter
caressing your career
playing with other fires
at the shore
an affinity for saltwater
and
this sorrow
C & K 