There are ghosts among these stones,
Weeping in the rock pools as the
Sunshine glitters on the sea and
I remember how she gazed in wonder
At the low and crumbling cliffs.
An old place, this, where all the
Tides reveal are memories and ruin,
Where we can sit awhile in silence
And make a sort of peace in this
Chapel of the ocean's ancient grief.
August 2016
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
