April 2018 – Poetry Blog

A cure for the immature

Waves crash,

wind trusts,

spirits blown away like dust,

broken, defeated, no one to trust,

gentle touch,

solid hold,

bitter cold,

ocean swell,

never dwell,

why did I put you through such hell,

under a spell,

chemical charm,

for the immature there is no cure,

time will watch you grow,

watching your colours slowly show,

Immortality,
blessed soul,
you cannot go,
in memories you cannot be gone,
you must live,
you must hold on,
your presence in my heart is strong,
don’t separate us,
don’t let us part,
I was praying this was just the start,
we need your spirit,
we need your soul,
to keep us all complete and whole,

Soft shore

As the waves roll on the shore,
I gently remember, gently forget,
salt in the air, salt in my hair,
sand between my toes,
a gentle breeze blows,
the sun gently warming,
a peace of mind reforming,
the freshness of the sea,
the tide creeps in to meet me,
a welcome arrival,
work and survival,
fun by the sea,
in your loving company,
you teach care in every decision,
my heart beat,
my precision,
your vision,
the lapping of waves,
the souls you save,
the moments you give,
a life to live,
the ebb and flow,
as you come and go,
sanctity, the one for me,