Heading East to coast
On rolling waves
Hair on the breeze
Arms surround
Head bows down
Kiss salty curls
Places I go
To vacate 

How can I be less
Of myself to please the world
While still stick around

While I painted bonded
Shards with gold
You failed to see
The cracks in me

How could one ever
Move on to another 
When tears and torment
Tore us apart
Dearest lover
Always in my heart

Sun, moon and stars
How you cover my yard
Invasion from whence you came.

Blades mown steel
lost all appeal
Tufts with twits peering

No less lovely
nor miraculous than
bearded friends on hill

Aide for ingestion
modern predilection
for chips and lager swill

Both lovely and spawned
As fair Scottish thistle
Whence my love once came.

To touch or not 
Bite like prickle
shivers down tingling skin

Sight for sore eyes
Folklore cure-all
Just like fair silver mane

When I look at
I don’t see younger
I see older
With my arms holding 
But now I'm missing 

Ground beneath
Catches me
When I fall