Cladach Dubh
(Black Shore
)
In autumn evenings' ebb of light
Distant beaches wash from sight
Draining seas of land toward night
As silhouetted masts hail a fading sky.
While eyes attempt a far off shore
Dimmed until they see no more,
Darkness grounds to echoed sounds.
But these, too, fail as just a play
Of water lapping round the bay.
Breeze felt senses lift in mist
Which gently tossing
Throws the hair
Cooled on lips to subtle kisses
Touched of lulling chilling air.
Vision
Fixed
Upon the black,
Is
she
out there
Looking back?
Of such fantasy,
No cure.
Unsettled hearts must so endure.
And so enduring glimpse a ray
Of light escaped from far away.
Does it know my secret sorrow?
Will it fade
Before the morrow?
Seldom is my fancy dulled
Before the evening shade is pulled.
Adrift on seas of loneliness
Sad hearts seek bearings less than this.
Whoever's fire,
I pray them peace
Before my wakeful grip's released.
To bait like favor in return,
Through my repose a candle burns,
A humble frail and twinkling prod
That someone pray
my soul
to God.
