20 December 2008

For Fear You Cannot Breathe

GreyDawn

Twenty minutes to make
fair headway, doldrums of
sleep cast off easily, delays
hoisting sail let dawn beat 

the Master’s desire to be
at sea for its first rays.


Like lying awake waiting,
watching you slumber as
dawn breaks, singularly
silent, impatient to see
a first glimpse of blue
in your waking eyes.


It was long suffering
smiles that drove you
away – for fear you
cannot breathe; I felt
it there in the greyness
of dawn’s suffocation...
© 20 December 2008, I. D. Carswell