Ticks and tides
The poem escapes the clock
Because it is sea
Because it is sea
And it grows with the wind.
Lovers carry a mirror
Etched
With anchored tongues.
At last the sky rests in the sea
So that the sun and the stars
Speak to one another, drop by drop.
Lovers carry a mirror
Etched
With anchored tongues.
At last the sky rests in the sea
So that the sun and the stars
Speak to one another, drop by drop.
Neil F
