North Shore

Through the pane we could react to a future Held under the brightest star In a sea glaze mass of imperfection. At the back, the harbor clanked and toiled our youth away. Nights so careless in the beginning, Became slower, burnished eyes fragmenting. Down in the basement Sea winds battered doors and opened fear. Summer was omnipresent and beautiful. Floating on the waves gave solace When youth and ignorance leapt in. The still quiet of the night, The six mile stretch, The beat of the tide in vision. The composition. Lying on the seagrass spree Awakened in highlights, In awe of being there. Felt everything. Walking along the small pier at night, When the winds listened, My soul in harness, To transcend the night into living.