Writer, Poet, Antagonist

Wave upon Wave.

Cold light dances proud,

From open water, cast with sand

Strewn o’er with ripples

Eiderdowns, for salty sleepers

Gliding through the deep.

Eyeless in the brightness,

Of the night

The moon, a pallor beckoning,

Coming tides.

And waves that leave me,

As they always do

A little deeper in the shifting mire

Remembered chill that skips

To kiss my toes

As more unfaithful water rushes in.

Adrian EarleComment