Seachanges

Grab my magic fish
offshore winds i wish
paddle out on a nice day
sun streaking over the bay
feel the ocean
the gentle motion
nice size
glassy to the eyes
crusing along
barrels forever long
get in position
pay …

I dream of Key West
and riding my bicycle along White Street
to the Cuban bakery.

But I’ve learned through the years
I couldn’t have loved you more

Let memory
rinse away
the rancor
kiss away
all the chaos
and the madness
and the roar…

just dance
as our dark souls
demand
just dream
and embrace
the hourglass
and these last few grains
of sand…

On A Warm Night In Spring
Can you feel me watching over you
Can smell the fresh sea air
Do you feel the mellow heat
Yours to enjoy

My image of The Lagoon has been featured in the Seachanges Group. Nice surprise. Thank you Darren,Carolyn and Ally.

60 to the highest dreamer!

Thanks to the moderators of the Seachanges Group for featuring

“Leaving the Island”

I am certainly pleased.

When they tied me up
and hauled me off
to the asylum
they told me I was insane
“Don’t make me laugh,” I chortled.
“I already knew that!”

They fried my brain
with electric jolts
because I wouldn’t
sto…

Lavender
night
and lightning
bright
and brutish
illuminate
what’s left of sanity
in a room
both bare and sullen
but for a pen’s
mad scribblings…

frail attempts
of quavering hands
to defend against
th…

I know that life tides out, never to halt
weather to live or die I choose;
even if I except nothing- its not your fault
even the sea must water loose.

Tawny tints of skin
caressed by the oceans salt tears,
murmurs, but her belly heaves
and holding her sides, she’s laughing.

I hold you and look into those sweet eyes.
Pinch me I think.
She is a part of me staring back.
innocent and beautiful.
Her hands so tiny and delicate.
Her skin so soft.
She’s wrapped in cloth and lo…

Tomorrow my dreams will have become dust on an old piano that has been forgotten.

Don’t let this song
end too soon
I need this music
loaned to me
for one more day…
to fill the air
each morning
scarcely there
yet oh how precious
pretty
and sweet…
sometimes prone to weep
just knowin…

AN UNKNOWN PIANIST
Her fingers
slid lightly
across the keys
sparks of light
lit the air
transformed the night
and me
with the grace
and lovely movement
of her music

She said
it wove the story
of waiti…

The fire burns slowly as the shadows on the wall dance to the music of our voices.