How wholesome, it was said We did meet by river bed Rock pools swirling Dreaming of past lives at sea.
Our shared love of its creatures A saltwater one, like me. Stories of islands, voyages, cabin mates amd treasures found in giant clam shells.
Obsessions with tropical rainforests laden with a kaleidescope of butterflies.
Photographs in our minds of oceans, still as a pool with only the splash of flying fish disturbing the miniscus of brightly lit surface at sunset.
Within weeks, the cracks show
The lives of loves lost at sea a favourite sea shanty
Mine like sleeping volcanoes dotting the edges of tectonic plates all over the Pacific. Yet, their mere breath a flourishing of life, feeding schools of every species ocean wide.
The great diversity of my mind.
I did not lose my skin nor dignity, though sailing too close to the wind.
To one solo creature I hold dear, the ocean many leagues deep knows how far apart love and envy are.
In the North On this day A million Painted Ladies Drifted on highways Of warm s'easterlies
Descended upon wild ancient Lands remembered To cocoon, feast and rise once again.
Artistic impressions of papillons Adorn my door, socks, scarf My eyes have never gazed upon Such species near or far.
Do they dwindle and fade, Will glossy scales fall? Inevitably, yes In a day.
How perfect that nature's most subtle beauty Would feast on loathesome thistle, so thoroughly To cause a whole crop to fail.
As I nestle in seasons of woven tales from near and far Aran Islands to Chile I, too, weave a cocoon Each to each stitch laid bare, thoughts of places I've never seen Near and far - Some I'd never dare
For slowly, I too, will lose the gloss of youth. Not before I, and many more Ravenously erode the fields of prickly weed
We stop. Start. Unparalleled universes Yet familiar Silence descends Music elevates Ups and downs We cannot account for Mysterious darkness Truth of light reveals Eyes are windows Blinds closed Cradle to grave Only eternal sea knows
Count the stars of heaven 