Old Rocks Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Garments of snow cover earths lover
See the scallop clouds cry
Dancers of the forests lute
Answers are really choices
Doors open by an artists confession
Red dresses like volcanic eyes
You peak through your pain

I am the waiting islands
Wanton woman paces for heaven
Her legs open by the witch moon
Poetry kisses her hungry thighs
Gloucester on a sunset
The sea reveals secrets
Cape Ann haunts me

Angels of the sea bring me home
Now I see you have grown
Your spite a dark open book
Your eyes despise
I am the seaweed on the shore
Tangles yet blessed
Light house of beauty rests

Snow is melting and I am free
Love is always the child of the free
You tell me of family and dreams
I am jealous of no man
Whispered secrets have flowered
Sow the seed and grow
Pawns are kings with coming crowns

We give our joy and sorrow
We give up the pride of life
Gifts of the Irish mist
Storms off the coast of Maine
Farm houses with soft light
Sheep along the Scottish coast
Friends sit together like old rocks