Silver whipped seas under hurrying grey skies
Gulls dive, salt on the wind as incessant waves crash
Time slips by, and the waters call
Drawing me, the primal return from where we came
To sooth and calm, lifted from the weight of the world
I stand, ready to fall under the sirens spell
And then, with clarity recall…
Fuck right off, it looks bloody freezing. ..
Afterwards 