Monday, 10 March 2014

rip tide, terror

rip tide
rising high
the shining moon
the gleaming chalk
the midday sun
///the equinox:
escape the lot                      
of crashing tidal waves
the terror
of being cut off
on shore
                                                        cut off 
in every sense, I swore
by land and sea
by you God 
you mean more to me
than all this 
so why can't I 
be it