Thoughts Framed at Splash Point, 15:00

And though the rain draized  
last night’s dream from my eyes,  
the vision shared its secrets with the sea  
 
An horizon tanker spilt ink into everything,  
in this grey land between two piers  
wedded are the hidden fingers of light  
 
Nothing I could say would make the sea weep  
for she’s been crying forever, or so it seems,  
galleons of whisky would bring you closer to me  
in gallery of ‘love oft whispered, is ready to submit’  
   
the dark-lit sand remembered  
baptised fragment disciples from cloud scree:  
 
The old man knelt at lips of the tide  
to resuscitate the fallen sea bird,  
eyes closed as if they should apologise for all this  
and mouths suddenly fell silent  
 
In the distance,  
beyond dredgers and breakers,  
a kite took hold and soared  
existence in a small child’s hands  
 
Tangled strings and suffocating air  
has kept the kite hangar’ed,  
gallows ropes finally loosened  
awaiting trap-door into feathered fathoms  
 
It will be lovers who seminate last rites  
upon the old man’s bones  
as swallow breath on her final nest