Privy To The Wind And Tide Poem by Mark Heathcote

Privy To The Wind And Tide



coastal waters tugged your heart
into deeper oceans moon-lit dark
but still your shores-ached new lands
new moorings beneath palm-wet sands
and yet you yearn for that first port of call
that line and hook of golden bait
that motion in the first wave's gate
that left your heart a squall.

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