Sea Salt Moon

DREAMS AND MELANCHOLY

Sea Salt Moon is dedicated to my brother David, who took his own life so very long ago. I remember him mostly as a child, years before the troubles began…

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My fair lad, with pale gold hair
Slender and strong
Steadfast, faraway philosopher eyes
Look to the skies
Do you see that sea salt moon?
It hangs in the cloudy dusk
It floats right in front of you
It teases you with its fullness
Drawing you to the tides
To the hazy unknown yonder

Look out to sea
To the breakwater
To the dinghy boats
And wave worn yachts
Fishing fleet
And ferry on the distance shore

Keep to the horizon
Those white washed breakers
Wide open Atlantic
A chance to see
All the way to France

Take your turn
Poet, youth, love
Don’t be afraid
There is only today
Circle your strong arms
Around my waist
And hold me
We’ll guard each other
From sand fleas and green head flies
The squawking gulls
Dive bombing for fried clams
And dropped pieces of hot dog buns
Drowning tides

Look to the sea
Smell its promise, its vastness
Its allure
And dream great dreams

I want to go with you
Don’t leave me
On this perch of shore
Where titans meet
Sand and sea and time and weariness
Don’t leave me
To swat away those persistent gnats
To sweep gull droppings
From the gritty silver sand
To clear my lungs of frost cold spray

I want that sea salt moon
Just as much as you

 

 

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