In the quiet of dark, I wander
As green brown leaves meander from
Mourning finger like, motherly branches.
They drop dead but make pretty spirals that can be kicked
To be kept up. Their green siblings bud anxiously.
Distant cars hum and their amber lights glisten like
The lost stars that I can hold in the palm of my minds
Eye and turn into a carousel of memories.
Beneath fishing-boat lullaby soft, ink black sea,
You, my friend, prowl.
In the belly of an iron beast that you’ve made your home
You never see a single storm or feel the wave’s dash against the hold,
You work, sleep and watch the world spin in a whirlpool.
Is it such a distance, between two friends?
Especially in the mind where we can finally play tricks?
Kick up the stars on a Carmarthenshire bay,
Hold the relentless tide in a whisper
Of waved hellos to the inky starlit sky
Watch the sun caress the ocean at open and close of day.
Keep safe on the high seas my good friend,
While I meander through the carousel of memories