We sat together you and I,
Late; last night.
You, in your eternity, Breaking gently, suppurating sea sounds.
Rocks and shells and bricks and mortar,
Cascading through your daily slaughter.
Granules of death to cool my toes.
I sat, inebriated,
You will last a long time, unlike my love;
It ebbs and flows, then crashes in white foam.
You guided death from afar,
When I was a soldier, Or a Jack tar.
Along this coast Templars came,
Still fighting now amongst the hordes,
That would, from Babylon,
Descend to put my soul at rest again.
I come and go between my lives,
You sing soft breeze for me to please.
Cannon, Musket, SLR.
Swords and daggers left no scar
A watery death is the great recycler.
So in these last ephemeral years,
More roots to plant in shallow soil.
Will she still travel across your blue?
If she wants to be with you!
A portrait, in iconic fashion,
Fostering undying passion.