Calm and peaceful

The tide is coming in
The sun is setting but it’s still warm
Lying raised on a rock, big but one of many
Face toward the water below, watching the waves break
Gradually a little further up, around me
The gentle falling of the sea onto the shore,
The sucking pull as it falls back, seemingly reluctant
An empty beach
A way back across the high rocks
To my tent

Not calm

A crowded room
A private battle that has become very public
Talking over each other, tangled up
I must be heard and understood before
I can begin to hear you
You must listen, you must stop telling me
What I have done wrong
I see and hear nothing else than that
My life depends on this stopping

Combined

The tide is coming in
A crowded room
A private battle that has become very public
The tide is coming in
The sun is setting but it’s still warm
Talking over each other, tangled up
I must be heard and understood
Before I can begin to hear you
You must listen, you must stop telling me
What I have done wrong
I see and hear nothing else than that
My life depends on this stopping
The gentle falling of the sea onto the shore
The sucking pull as it falls back, seemingly reluctant
An empty beach
A way back across the high rocks
To my tent

Back to front page