Your hands taste like the moonshines watery beams,
Touch me all o’er. I need you,
The schematic

a wordsmith
I was once kindly labeled
and vain
I took it as a source of private pride
until
I

I sit quite empty
and unfastened,
as choiceless
as the sandy beach.

The sea all sparkle,

Love is an ocean, while I seek high ground,
Holding a shell to my ear to hear the sound-
Of your

A shirred ripple, heart movements like water.
tiding in, tiding out. a way of talking.

when

To the north of the corridor
A dozing cat

Under maples
Your snowy tights
Every day as a

Eyes stylized as if miles wide;
Bright, open, reaching, effigy in landslide.
Cascades of light

Time, like now I wish to be there
the memories of winds and sand
seagulls screaming to me --

I love the ocean,

tranquil or passionate,

summer green or winter grey.

She is my soul mate,

Inspired by the Islands of the Whitsunday Passage

In Airlie Beach the boats, all glistening

Flying over horizon, further
the tops of mountains over,
Oceans down, shining in sun
Heavenly

To endless sky-scapes
agape in wondrous pruning
the Earth tended to by the Lord's keen hand.

As

I wonder those words
What heart felt
but mouth could not
express on wintry days
It's sound;

I stand
Sand stirs beneath my feet
Slips through my toes to the beat of the sea
Breathing,

The Typewriter
2014

The only sound I hear is the sharp clicking of the keys
My cold fingers

What are you looking for at the immense ocean?
An infinite love, shoulders that are hug and

High surf breaking with foams on sand
Endless blue sea as far as eyes can see
Reflecting the

In Neptune's restless watery realm
currents

Whispering. Wishing. With the water washing over.
Swish swish. I wish, I wish. And him limp,

The ocean is angry
Roaring, raging
Louder and louder
I will be heard
Raging with anger
Roaring

Today I sit by the sea
Watching the ocean
As blue as can be
Calm and tranquil
Wild and

Life by the sea
Loved one's missed
Left behind
Time to embrace
Life by the sea
They soon