She Who sees all

The sea is England’s gate,

An entryway to the world,

A force that has controlled man’s fate

And left no sail furled;

Her depths are unknown, her scale vast

And one can only guess when scouting from the mast

How far she stretches, if she ever ends,

Separating families and distancing friends.

Captain Bligh sought to understand her nature,

To plot her treasures when cast away,

And she has seen more of man’s behaviour

Than we ourselves could say;

Witness of love, witness of life,

Witness of history, and witness of strife

An enabler of conquest, but never with intent,

Though she is what she is, and unable to relent.

Her power lies not with man, nor his mistakes,

For she is the giver of life, but freely takes

She’ll sink a ship without much thought,

Crumbling cities and leaving nought.

She tumbles the stones and shapes the sand,

She buffers the cliffs and changes the land,

She sets the tides and designs each wave

For she is the sea, and she is brave.

september

A boy walks with the streetlights,
Leaves at his feet and autumn on his heels
Past dark corners where things decompose
And shadows stretch their fingers earlier into the day than before.
Like a cloak the wind wraps itself around him,
A chill against his cheeks and a hand on his back,
but he is not home yet;
for the night is not through with him, nor
the season content,
And every time he seems to prevail,
to take a step closer to the light,
nature claims him, and he loses sight
of mind and body, of sense and sound,
until he returns, when he is lost and found.

Feelings fade

So what was once love

Is now just a melancholy sigh

about what could have been.

Tether

Don't pick at your memories

they will turn to wounds, and tear at the edges

until the stitches you put there before come so far undone

that healing becomes impossible.

The Beginning/The End

Your messages come like contractions

I count the minutes between them,

Waiting for the same kind of deliverance;

And as the pain begins I wonder

how much of what I love about you

is just habit

Life

The world is always trying to show you

how beautiful it can be

Stay, the wind whispers, stroking your cheeks

You are loved, the sun says, its warmth radiating down to your fingertips

Happiness is possible, the grass sings, reaching up from the soil to embrace you

settle your roots here

Limbo

Take my spectral form and fill it with love

Until I am sick with the excess

Perhaps it's you this emptiness needs;

Perhaps it's always been you.

Inevitability

You were an almost,
A question mark never rubbed out,
Until I punctuated the sentence
with our names in it
so now we are a complete phrase;
a full stop will come eventually,
one always does
but for now I want to focus
on the capital letter
that marks the beginning