Salty Sonnettier

Tears well in the corners of eyes Race down freshly shaven cheeks Salt wind with ebbing tide Excuses them their flight Tangy scent of tidal wake Whets thirst and hunger sharp awake Memory whispers thoughts unspoken In different times on distant shores Far and fathers' space and time Adrift and withered spinning rhyme Spidery white jet streams of cloud Wet blue dream of sky so loud The spirits of his self all crowd To shiver twist in misted wars