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Looking out at these pictures weaving
in shades of blue in the harbor

I remember it a nightmare, sweet delicacies cast aside
blown horrible, the memory of her face empty
like the face on a mirror wrapped in sackcloth

Each day dawning like the sun on a murderer
tied down to die by the sun
I say a prison — as an island is a prison
and no man is an island

Ships chasing the wakes of ships
worn ships tired after clawing from foreign lands
drawn to shore by the pointing of mothers and children
I say a lodestone — sailors bounced sea to sea
shackled by constellations in stormy seas

A cold spark from that same loneliness
shivering in us all, nights where
her shivering roared down the empty corridors
roaring still as the sea lapped it.
Nights and wine from clay jugs
until wine and clay lost their ceremony

Stars shine the brighter
reflected in deep ocean pools,
pulling tides to celestial whim

and delirious mariners
trapped by the wave’s bittersweet song of drowning
cast their eyes endlessly starward
vainly to unravel the majesty of water

Far easier to plot a fateful course through futures unseen,
divine the nature of two souls
battered and bound in love and broken by oceans
than to hold the sea
in your arms.

There is only my love for the sea

I wake washed ashore from fathomless sea dreams
dazed and disorientated
not knowing and
not wanting know to know
to what land have I drifted

i had a dream
i was making you a coffee
your daughter was there
we’ve been on holiday in jamaica
she said
the trees outside
are not as green as
jamaica
i kept grinding the coffee

its good to see you
i said, we talked about sailing
and holidays
we were in a ships galley
sailing over green hills

i woke up in my dream
and you were gone
it had been good
to see you

i woke up from my dream
it was a blissful dream
i woke up feeling blissful
if i could dream of
making you coffee every night
all my mornings
would be such sunlight