Sailing to windward Poems

Cinnamon coloured slingbacks dangle from her fingers,
as she searches the tide line for discarded gems.
A warm steady breeze whispers somewhere offshore,
but she turns her head in fear of sandy eyes.
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Not for you, those cold clothes
woven of worry and made ragged with regret.
You lived your final hours fearlessly, as if becalmed,
with a whole life yet to fetch that other shore.
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We pass each other a tissue of lies
With which to dry reptilian tears

It seemed it was forever thus.
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It was a glorious day in Padstow:
A real seaside bucket and spade day.
We strolled the little Cornish port in sunshine:
wifey and girls in search of arty bargains:
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Oh to be your lasting rock,
to wrap you safe in tissue;
to turn back that heartless clock,
or set the quickening sand;
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I stood, waiting,
looking through the glass darkly,
searching down that lane,
edged with dry stone walls:
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If not for you, I’d be adrift;
My soul would find no rest.
Because of you, I live in love
and all my days are blessed.
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An eight line verse I tried to write,
It kept me up near half the night.
Twas not so much the missing rhyme
More vexing was the metre's time.
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We left the beach and dusty road
And scrambled up the rock strewn hill
The moon was full, as were our hearts
And all around was still
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If you're not on board when my ferry sails,
and the spiteful wind's moaning its tirade,
I'll wait by the gate till your bright light hails.
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