onshore
as gentler falls the lanyard wind as
landward waves this morning’s light
as darkling clouds grow slowly as
the dark night slowly turns to light
as scrunch the sandy gravel growls as
the foot loose way the dogs bright lead
as there it seems the way is chosen as
the dog eared beach as the venerable bede
was telling how the sea’s mystery was
recorded with all the past walkers were
as feathered as the quills that wrote as
it turned the pages of such minded years
as if that is not enough of shady tales as
the sailor wind pummelled my wayward hair
as wild as any thought that has
run the pulled beach way out there
as daybreak has as every day has
turned the dark nights of thought
as sunny breezes turn the eternal was
horrid as night thoughts brought to nought
as now the onshore setting of the sun as
brought the dire thoughts home to roost
as restless as the boathouses have
rattle-coughed the salted assaulting ghost
as gentler rises the same lanyard wind as
seaward waved out the evening light
as darkling clouds dark slowly as
the lightless day falls finally to night
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