Is the pounding of the waves
The pulse of the earth
Or the restlessness of its soul
As the sky smiles on it.
Are the waves
the frills of a young girls skirt
laced with foam bright and blue.
She makes the sky blush
At dusk a flaming red and
The sea bejewels herself and
Bathes in the moonlight
She basks in the radiance
Of the noon sun
She reflects her beau’s glory
At its very might
The stars wink like roadside romeos
Even as I saw this from the deck of my mind
as it moved over her waters
I fell in love
making love to her
in an intimate caress.
I am a grey man, in a grey job
People curse me, say I’m pithy inside
I’m in hell’s girth, ‘cos of my birth
I love to sloth, ‘cos I’ve no plinth.
I DON’T KNOW ME.
I walk with stealth in search of breath
For in my depth I’m afraid of death
I KNOW ME
I am a sinner, but am I the only one?
By the stones that assail me, I seem to be.
Are those who hound me SINFUL? NO, They are SIN.
They too stalk and kill: They for pleasure and I for survival.
I do what I don’t want to do: yet they stone me.
Haven’t they heard the master say,
“Him without SIN, let him cast the first stone”.