Thursday, July 14, 2011


Warm day, light breeze,
not waves passing, just ripples
caressing the surface and the long
billowing gentle swellings
you would like to ride
with the skimming specks of sunlight.
Quietness, hints
of what you may call transcending
but also the roots of your longing,
the spark you never stop craving for
that sails forward and stares.


Gordon Mason said...

Each line has a wonderful rocking rhythm - enjoyed this.

Dave King said...

Delightful from the off, but the last four lines I found really moving. Beautifully composed.