with limbs long as the seaside,
i reach for that salt tongue of home;
polished like seaglass, washed by the tide:
my sigh as white as a cuttle fish bone.i cannot detract from the child alice eye
for her blues will so seldom be bygones --
hard as i might try: i am dreaming of the sky
as i swim i swim all night long;i catch wisps of owls and pussy cats
whispering, they vanish as the moon rises over
that sleeping psammead, his sandcastle soft as
the raven wings i will grow, away away for anotherand all the bad luck i bring to your
hands, in rings and stolen stones, they are aquamarine,
my lover: you will love lucette only in a shade of ardour
found once in the nursery, in a blue bottled dream --(07/11/2017)
YOU ARE READING
Have you seen the Lost Boys?
Poetryharking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...