Salty Sonnettier Plus Five

tears well in the corners of his eyes to race down freshly shaven cheeks The salt wind with the ebbing tide excuses them their flight tangy scent of tidal wake whets thirst and hunger sharp awake memories whisper thoughts unspoken of different times on distant shores far and fathers' space and time drift and wither spinning rhyme spidery white jet streams of cloud in wet blue dream of sky so loud The spirits of his self all crowd and shiver with the wonder Of all the suns they're under Watching waves Bewitched slaves To ever windblown never with overflowing eyes