Knocked about, bruised edges smoothed over
Rough diamond, a touch too smooth
Shaped by all that society could muster
Trusted too many pamphlets, too many books
Stripping bare is not an alternative
For the king already without his clothes
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Knocked about, bruised edges smoothed over
Rough diamond, a touch too smooth
Shaped by all that society could muster
Trusted too many pamphlets, too many books
Stripping bare is not an alternative
For the king already without his clothes
Wave crash
Whiplash, onward unknown soldier
Wave crash
Sea-splash, oceans growing older
Salt water drains across the bitumen tarmac
Lit by starlight, by streetlight going nowhere
Rain water drains into rivulets
Hiding moss grown stones, rolling over
Wave crash
Pebbledash, inward, homeward, boulder
Wave crash
Cars smash, societies apart, growing colder
I don’t know when I lost you
Or when I lost myself
Beneath the crescent moon
Bathed by clear night stars
I don’t know when I lost you
Or when you lost yourself
Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Seeing straight through
The soles of my shoes
Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Another quay
Another other time
Seeing beyond youth’s truth
The midlife, in life, sayer-sooth
Another, another quay
Journeys, journeys lost in time
A glimpse behind the shoulder
Silk-scarf, swirling in the breeze
Laughter passing by there
Friends with all she meets
Perhaps she will look this way
Maybe she just might
Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Sand dunes
Looking back in time
Way down there, by the waltzer
Cheesecloth, crumbs of cheesecake
Taffeta, shiny glowing toffee apples
Joy unadorned, also candy-floss
Perhaps she will look this way
Maybe she just might
Sand dunes
Forgotten tunes
Remaindered runes
Stillness soon
Sand dunes
You were on my mind
Sand dunes
Journeys lost in time
Drops of dew glisten
Stars trapped in the dawn day sun
A strangers galaxy
Reservoirs covered in snow
Icicle man astride
The pedestrian's fluid divide
Bach of beach seasons
Surf over summers tales of reason
Blues sail on the perilymph