Archive for October 16, 2008

St Ives at Summer

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2008 by dc

The morning has no meaning,
Your eyes delay the sunrise
And I could drink on milky skin
Till comets drop
From the darkness,
Till religion breaks the silence
And the sugar noisy summer kids
Shake sweet the gorgeous calm.

The morning has no meaning,
I’m just waiting for the evening
When all this starts again,
When all the things that led us here
Weave tight to save the lonely,
It’s electric like excitement
Was always meant to be
As we walk beneath the seagulls,

Between the breakfasts
And the unity,
The shells where oceans sing,
The light that skims the lapping tides,
This was never accidental
We are names carved into trees,
This was never just a holiday,
We are the beach, we are the sea.

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