Like a castle on a rock in the bay
sheltered against sea, wind and spray
under a brazen sun falling like fire
from the sky
with storm clouds and thunder
gathering at times
my life passes bye
into its God speeded winter
and gulls, gannets and cormorants
flash down into the tempestuous sea
to catch some last fish
and I am lost in me
but life abounds still
with everything in a living thrill
and the fire in my heart
burns at its own speed
while live is still great indeed
and no time, or season will
bring me to standstill.
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