Isles Of Marie Poem by jim hogg

There's life in the flowing, down over the shore, into the bordering sea.
There's struggle in wait in the tangle that sways, between the waves and the stream
in that mirror of dreams ‘tween the Isles of Marie, reaching in vain for the moon.
And there by the brink of the rise and fall, we knew what we had was good

For moments so brief, in this chance passing through, we savoured the frost and the rain.
We wrestled to live in that basin of life so free of shadow and stain
on the restless edge of that salty lagoon, far from the tides of the street;
free of the deals that swirl in a world that sways between rules and deceit

Though icy winds blew through the white sweeping light fading into the dawn
a blanket of hush sheltered the shore ‘til the depths of darkness were gone.
Or bidden by tides that fell by the sun, we'd wade in sweltering heat,
into the shallows hoping to share, in the grace and wealth of the sea.

And we were just kids then, lacking in choices, though richly laden with life.
But witched by that light cutting the night, we couldn't foresee just how blind
are the eyes of the child to the darkness in life, unveiled as the years unrolled
when we left behind that dance with the tide, down on the beckoning shore.