Time and tide don’t know the cost
of making waves at home
but it’s like there’s no control
when visions of the far away
captivate the mind.
Held within this vice of time
I think and count the sleeps
and dreams and wishes, needs
that crash back again
onto the real and deadly.
(Photograph by Frank Bennett, New Zealand)
And then again the tide, desire
floats me heart and soul
back out into the freedom
of love’s true give and take.
It’s a haunting really in effect
that stalks my daylight hours
and agitates normality
until everything breaks down
but, oh, that solidity
of this present life and times
like rocks to not give passage
to visions of the mind!
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