old fisherman face
where do your musings lie?
a mere glance at the wrinkles
salt and spray have wrought
...
how easy comes my youth
thy kiss and i am whole
such trickery
such laughter
...
Old Fisherman Face
old fisherman face
where do your musings lie?
a mere glance at the wrinkles
salt and spray have wrought
reflects a world of deep deep blue
old fisherman face
such patience mending nets
feebled hands yet strong
a far off look toward the skies
a limp slowly back home
old fisherman face
can youth be found herein?
lovers long ago have passed
mists have glazed the town
emotionless
if tomorrow my bed lay empty
and my closet turned out
the sea has called, and i
have answered, wearing an
old fisherman face