Ships pass in the afternoon
Swaying side to side
Drifting backwards, forwards
Rising, falling
With the wave, with the tide
With the squall of one towards the other
Sparkling waters sparkle
Towards the dock of the bay
I don’t know where I go to
I don’t know where you are
I don’t know that I know you
I don’t know how you came so far
It is with a heavy weight
Which I often begin the words
It is a weight
Which has been in my ownership
For a long long time
Almost since the words first began
Times pass; nights, days
Moving fast, or slow
Seeking inwards, also outwards
Prising, peeling
With the shadow, with the light
With the fear of one towards the other
