I was born
In metal and machines
Taken from my innertia
and used for anothers gain
until I was discarded
floating lifeless
useless

But then I came to rest
Here, among the golden sands
In this salty aired serenity
Away from the torment of man
and I once again found innertia.
and my peace resumed.

I go
Along that lichen path
so white, and straight
so assertive of mystical quality
along the barren rocky coast

I am old now
and what were once white houses
on far off misty shores
are now gulls against cloud
sitting in the water

Here is a special place
A place of many childhoods
my childhood
but still here
steadfast against this changing world

I cast my offering in
a Penny
into this rockpool
which has forever faithfully been named
the wishing well.

Your piercing eye
Burning with intense serenity
A single tear
holds more spirit
more depth
than my whole being

How can you dive,
Dive so deep into your soul?
when I can but wade
or flounder, and drown
and become lost
in that single eye.

The wind sings in the empty bottles
and a pulse on the air
a heartbeat
laying, in unfamiliar poses
indecisive
sleepless
so quiet
no soul breathes,
nor ponders these things
we are alone in you
the sickly red night.