Godfrey Dodds

Stand with me,
hold my hand,
watch the moon
spread cold light
...

Propeller churned water
disappearing
between two hazy lines -
around and around
...

splashing,
echoing
in the anchor shaft;'
the sea and sky,
...

Words and music
are the haven for
the lights of nature. Deprived of a haven
they fragment and drift
...

Weep with her
your tears of love
for ill-spent passion
hangs life upon a
...