For The Ocean Waves Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The roads are colored faraway
In distance
Ocean waves that come and set out
In daydreams forever
Watering the shore
With their past acquaintance
The drift of clouds – the castles in the air
My longings attempt to see

A faraway place
With many roads to go off
To Oz
The horizon line
In my dreams flows away
Until its no longer seen
Only signs of my feelings
Now carrying its way

(Inspiration: For Leonard and Lisa by Ted Hughes:

He casts off the weight of space
Like patience

Disguised with life
He advances inevitably
As if squeezed
Into the death-corner

An electric thrill – a cactus flower
Among moon-rubble
An ultrasonic cry,
A tiger-yawn
Of amnesia

A mighty god
Wraps his hunger for the whole earth
In a shawl of feathers
Sign of the sun in Hebrew
And flies in his sleep