impulsive faintly so
gracefully subtle
so fragile
an unkind sky lets something fall
it cannot be fought the cold and damp
confront the warmth in the sea
like seeing with a wounded eye
the blunt feature descends
on top of this deck eight bells ring out
a fragment that’s stowing some signs of wear
evening falls and the fog goes blue
a little bit of sorrow
and you wonder
if there is any comfort from the cold
is there any warmth in your heart
the view is daunting
and the wind, already light to light to blow
it could begin again
you might share the sky across the sea