I dearly know you
You are hardly more than the white sail
A trick of the sun catching the waves
I know a hopeful of words
Screened to me
and a photograph a shape
Are you there?
do you be? I mean
You are my hope
The religious rave
I seek I would I had seen
The all of you I have
Wind and sail
What are they crying-white or black?
The legend tells of wounded love
On a cliff in former Cornwall
Is love coming back?
Or is dying my track?
Will you keep?
Or will you turn to
"oh no!"
"Look what the winds blow!"
A promise do you sleep
For real or are a trick sleep a turn
A treat or "learn!"
Forgive me if you hear
From laying such
Adult flotsam on the shore
Of your endearment
Of your begun experience
A full need must spill
Itself not spoil a salt wet
Bringing seacup
And the sailors crying sail