sea – Scriptorium '77

reach out and you get caught

the unexpected ways are deeper than we thought
the days until tomorrow won’t leave us caught

I like it here
With my wisdom in a sphere
Of blue and green
Haven’t you seen

they arrive at the hour
of the wolf
howling they are not
they simply forgot

In my dreams I’m always riding along the waving shores
The water tastes salty on my lips and makes me shiver

I can’t go wrong
Can only walk on
Through this mindless time
Long past my prime

Pictures one day appear
On a hidden wall
Behind blind eyes
They are drawn with camel hair

Memories of Howth // the hunger to be there
Cool breeze at the harbour // old bread for the gulls

The final solution is near
Raindrops on the rooftop
And the sky remains clear
No single cloud to hide.

I’m surfing on the edge of time / Holy waters making way
Leavin circles on the beach / Forming white absurdities.

Unfortunately / For the newcomers / to the sea
And the little ones / might agree