Oysters they're out there - somewhere,
Everywhere,
as the oyster men slowly drift through the inlet.
Heaved by sail and oar;
sinews of sheets and sails stretched.

Driven by hope and anticipation
the patina of time etched in weatherbeaten faces;
Like a lure for life the longline stretches and dredges, expectant evermore.

Drifting from catch to catch where the ardent prosper;
Achieve and believe the addiction and alchemy of the aspirant,
"Dream big" of the world the unenviable oyster of youth,
Dictums of the desirous drifting from goal to goal,
and chore to chore.

Mantras of men mourning forgone missives of the masculine.
The dredges of disconnected men's minds to sea.
Destined for despair.

Careening, asunder a wonderous spell,
heart's depths never known,
I'll stand by your unhappiness,
whilst riding our carousel.

To see a smile and your beauty shine,
your gentle tone and tears,
standing still, by your unhappiness,
assuaging your hell-bent fears.

"It's Doomed", echoes with no real thought,
missives to blind love's effigy,
statues stoic in sweetheart serenades,
Seconds together caught.

Catching hours a longline trawl,
Unkempt commitment to time,
A Watchman's brief, a sentry's shift,
Becoming your master of all.

Loyally lunatic and hurtfully hopeful,
To depths of love be shared,
Blinded, amazed, infernal paradox,
Heartfelt, tragic, cruel.

It's Doomed, and it's Doomed and it's Doomed some more,

Alas we're still "here",
Your soft presence resolute clinging to threads,

Love's ability to restore.

Dear Love be gentle,
replenish,
Tormented by life and you,
I've been all I can for her,

I forever wish.