Sail Away

She waits as dawn approaches... tales of the sea, and the gale winds approaching. Gently tossed to and fro, she cools her heels in the folk lore of the morning. They will come, of that she is sure. Yea, she hangs her hat on it.

And when she has been spent for the day, as the gloaming looms in the distance, tis there she scatters her pinings to the wind. The morrow has quickly cast her into the dusky shadows ahead, where she will rock, gently tossed to and fro, awaiting her next venture out to sea...


For Wyatt

Your hands smell of fish
Little man
I can barely keep up
Places where you once ran

"He's just a boy"
I sing to the world
"Offer up your praises
Your affections, where he began"

He's just a boy
Sweet thing
Soon he'll reach for the stars
And defy everything

He'll climb and fall
He'll scrape his knee
And I'll smile and I'll
Feign umbrage,
Because you see

He's just a boy...


Red on Gray

Red on Gray
Tapping on my window pane
It's cold, do I even care?
The windows all covered in frost
Do you think you're bringing hope?
Red on Gray
Like a Soviet banner
Love, on cold pavement
The barreness of Russia
What do you think your love is?
Bright red tendrils
Unfurling in the wind
Don't force love on me
Should I bow to you?
Well I won't.....

As a Child

As a child
Gazing out my window
In the blue black of night
I regarded you
You were all… white lights
And royal navy sky
Champagne flutes
And sparkles
As a child
You held brilliance In your hand
Peals of laughter
A vision of grandeur
If only I could wipe
those stars from my eyes
If only I could remain
… As a child

Death at Sea

Walfrido Garcia

Black sea at midnight
Your waves are so inviting
Swirling stillness all around
Where dark thoughts are hiding.

Ensconced in royal velvet
Whispers in the night
Drink the cup of painless death
And it will be alright.

Oh my beautiful dark sea
And diamond studded sky
Your quiet strength reminds me
What, oh God, am I?

Sadness of the soul....we've all been there. I wrote this poem one night at the beach, with all of these thoughts swirling around in my head. I wanted to walk out into the black sea and never come back. But as the dark waves splashed on my feet, it felt like God had just poured Himself over me. And I knew then that walking out into the waves could only engulf me in God's love. God was the water. God was the smathering of stars in the sky, and God was the big bright moon rippling stoically along the capped waves. All I needed the whole time, the answer to my angst, was more of God. Are you in that lonely place? Let God wash you in His Love...

"Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,

Even there your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast." (Ps 139:7-10)


The Beach

White clouds and seagulls
Soaring high and lofty
Teal colored waters
Dancing wild and frothy

Cinnamon sugar beaches
Leave a dusting on my toes
And where the Spirit leads
Like crashing waves I'll flow



Let the river rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able
Let your hands tie a knot across the table.
Come and touch the things you cannot feel.

And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you
Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you
And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you,
If all the things you feel ain't what they seem.
And don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream.

The mocking bird sings each different song
Each song has wings - they won't stay long.
Do those who hear think he's doing wrong?
While the church bell tolls its one-note song
And the school bell is tinkling to the throng.
Come here where your ears cannot hear.

And close your eyes, child, and listen to what I'll tell you
Follow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel you
And the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quell you
If all the sounds you hear ain't what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream

The rising smell of fresh-cut grass
Smothered cities choke and yell with fuming gas
I hold some grapes up to the sun
And their flavour breaks upon my tongue.
With eager tongues we taste our strife
And fill our lungs with seas of life.
Come taste and smell the waters of our time.

And close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you,
Let your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you.
As I walk on through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss you
If all the things you taste ain't what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream .

The sun and moon both arise
And we'll see them soon through days and nights
But now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delights.
And the colours of your eyes are fiery bright,
While darkness blinds the skies with all its light.
Come see where your eyes cannot see.

And close your eyes, child, and look at what I'll show you;
Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you,
And maybe when we meet then suddenly I will know you.
If all the things you see ain't
quite what they seem,
Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream .
And you can follow; And you can follow; follow...

As far as I'm concerned, this is one of the most beautiful poems ever written.
It's sung by Richie Havens.