Counting of the waves.....
A blending of colors today
from vernal forest into the sea
Variations in grey from the horizon
back into the safety of the trees
Skeletal earth breaking through
the scree along a devestated shore
And in midmornings darkened mood
I leave for the island once more
And staring out from the sanctity
through glass I listened at the thunder
Counting the rolling of the waves
between ......seven is the number
I belong right here and will not
return to a dark hamanity
Where all that remains ...
some epidemnic of insanity
Saving me from myself I can no
longer act the parts
And as the sun finally breaks through
solitudes draw claims another heart
I walked along the shore today in the tailings of a storm that's raking along the coast, and all the colors were grey , a slanting in the winds of buoys of waves and trees, the lighthouse slowly lit the way for the lone fisherman plowing the waves, and I wondered ...........who waits for him .