Yet these waves crashing their drear tempest 'pon the land

Yet these waves crashing their drear tempest 'pon the land
Are overcoming darkly, dashed anxieties
Battering the bleakness to sediment and sand
Scattering the beacons of drowned priorities

I watch your figure dimly traced in mo(u)rning mist
Slide across the mossed footfalls where we roped and hoped
Chattering the weakness to sentiment ; trist tryst
Flattering chafed cheek gales as time and tide eloped

I sought solar solace when the mast descended
Rocked my blues in sopping gardens we see weeded
Mooted moats to melt my iced-eyes, past-defended
Re-ascended, sobbing hardens the unheeded

Fraught, I caught a last line from an equine barrage
Shocked the Fishers Glib with a terned tomorrow prayer
Routed floats weigh 'yond the jetty : was a mirage
We had blended of our stinging salt stream sea glare

Yet these waves are farewell gestures to the shore-bound
Treating Test'mony to the pleasure Death caressed
Set piece graves resonantly echo bone tone sound
Beating blest mem'ry is the treasure in the chest

13 February 1995 (14:15:27)