I Remain -

reveries mine - boat careless moored by less than hope in an arboured cove I hide in a saline shadow pebble-dashed by a wild tide whispering.. rippled raw by the repeated ebb and flow of your once perfect possession I tremble at the dark hour's moon low lit by a ripening harvest moan.. now in a memory slow-slowly waking I remain your late Summer shore history ceding its crystal myth to the gasping yawn of fading mist.. you ran me through your fingers trying to read my thoughts, golded me, moulded me early morning yellow .. then touched me with meaning.. you enraptured me in the gasp of Sunday birthing loved me in sweet sonnets a'flying my hair with strokes of vivid imagination brought to life.. reveries mine boat moored by more than hope in an arboured cove I hide in a saline shadow pebble-dashed by a wild tide whispering..