Sunday Fogsight

I found it in the fog...
found water weight
gone
heavy turn gentle to comfort,
rock on the brim of surreal
if youve ever been carried by a sail on a still day
you know it feels
like harmonizing with wake-tip
drag your fingers
longside boat movement
dip
into salt
i had been on a boat before
paddled away from heartache
and motored away from mistake
to find myself on redemption shore
but not even that had felt like this
...
like kiss rockign core
and split into another universe
more and more
i was overcome
i coudl have done
anything that day
...
i could have dissapeared,
drifted away particle by particle
by moisture drop in teh air surrounding us
i found it in the fog
before red sails turned to dust.
if you ever get the opportunity
to feel life dissintegrate
and be re-absorbed
pore by pore
like dense messages to be lifted
by pearling dusk,
some things, we must make time for.
...
I though i woudl find it scatering.
no landmarks, no path
but as steady sea spanned around me
i felt at ease
...
leave anchor to guilt and map-line to shame
when you float the way we do
distance is your only aim
the game we all played as children...
find smooth surface,
skip rock,
rickshay,
and watch the reality of your reflection
ripple away.
I was a sunday
when everything went out of sight
we huddled around charts
as though navigation were usefull
but with no trace bringing us back
we were suspended in time...
who's to say we shoudl have come back that day?
i still cant be sure how we foudn our way
back
to deck and harbour
back
to life in another universe...
it was a sunday