"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Do you dare love a heart that saves you.
Or do you wait marooned in search of passing ships
that will take you to other shores.
I pass slower than most, in my ship.
It is older than some and it waits upon gentler tides.
the wind sings a lullaby as we sail oh so quietly
Swim to the shore, it sings to me
and so I swim further and further from my old boat,
whose sails are a little frayed and paintwork flecks off
like a snake crawling from its sheath skin.
I swim to your island, because you would not come otherwise.
I swim because you are alone, and you are marooned
but the sand is not my home and my boat is not yours.
And while I would drown to carry you across even the wildest sea,
you would not even swim halfway for me.
Forgive me, then. That I cannot stay.
but watch for the light in the far off bay
you will find me and my junk boat there
should you ever want to swim one day.