This Island

I have found a shelter
On a rock upon the sea,
This precious island
Whose songs sang out for me.
My secret refuge
My spirit's answered call
and cry

I have seen the sunlight
Dancing ‘cross the seas
The whisper of the sea breeze
That is sighing in the trees
Leaves with dewdrops glisten
Rainbow stretching high
Across the sky

This island
This refuge
This shelter
This place
Her silence
Her dancing
Her peoples
My home.

Sheltered from the city
Beneath her shades of grey
Peace dissolves the chaos
That once filled my every day
The birds now softly singing
As the ferry’s slowly swaying
Her way home..

I can see her colours
Bathed in khaki green
Houselights gently winking
blinking through the trees
And I'm living with the rising
And the falling of the tides
I've found my home
Here.

today the sea wrapped herself around me,
the wind running fingers through my hair
as we danced, together, with the sun.

a gentle breeze moved softly, slowly,
across my bare skin
like silk draped from the trees
overhanging the bay's stillness,
flying like flags
transparent in the watery glare
and I sat, reflective and quiet.

not a cloud in the sky.
not one.
not even my own.
my soul was cradled in a watery bed
and, with each rocking,
back and forth,
side to side,
the silence returned
to the inward roar of the last few days.

a sail, flapping away,
the wake mumbling a song,
the boat in my hands,
the smell of salt and cedar
and wet ropes.

now the shadows have lengthened,
and my sun weary head
lies heavy on burnt shoulders.
i am full of sailing sounds.
my bed will welcome me tonight
with it's crisp white sails
and I will slowly find sleep
as the sound of my breath
fills the night.

darker than night
blacker than dark
small and compressed
jumbled and messed.
under and over
over and out
my soul wants to scream
to cry, stamp and shout.

compressed into pain
my head feels like lead
my words are a trifle
desperation unsaid
my heart wants to stop
my spirit forlorn
I am so confused
I'm broken and torn.


To whoever passes by, I am so sorry that my infrequent posts have become so dark. How I wish that I could simply continue the light and the laugh, but, I am incapable of lightness and laughing comes from a dark and dry humour.
Posting my thoughts seems to help me unburden for a while.

oh restless soul
why struggle with the peace
fighting the music
fists clenched high

oh manic mind
your thoughts endlessly roam
across far horizons
never resting on the now.

dear little man
longing for rest
stop and feel the journey
perhaps find the day

wild grows the weeds
around the edges of my sanity.
slick lies the spill
on the waters of my mind.
muddied are my thoughts
confused and careless
my actions
self destructive
this life

wildly spinning
faster and faster
the vortex sucks me
into it's lair.
dangerously
veering
out of control
confusion
isolation
alone.
my head reels
thoughts uninvited
an assault
of nonscence
truth hidden
masked by
random emotions
the centre of me
has no answer
am I caught in lies?
truth denied.