Descent

An old net dangling in the wind's face Shake its sandy tears in empty arms Caught nothing it could embrace I taste the sea's salt charm Trickle from my eyes Red sunset now Bleeding skies A bow Sunk Sail Not here My dreams, pale Ships of despair These broken vessels Of vows winds have destroyed Tides and waves my life hassles Holes too big in nets I employed Against the silver fleet of dread fish So we return at the and of day To mark the spot of our demise Where castled our dreams of clay On seas breast to the skies Melted foundations And no time left To build yet A deft joy Life - A net A vain strife Edging our bet With arthritic hands I should have tied my dreams With better rope than these sands Carried about on windy streams Stead I, a frail net, blown by the breeze