Knowing it won't last
I look out at the pale sea
Painted under a dark sky
Parted and picked over by foam flecked monsters
Writhing and wriggling with painful glee.
Piano, cello and flute
Fraying my nails to the root.

My voice is lost -
Rigid and tied to a pole
Way out on the pale sea.
My colours are eaten by foam flecked monsters
Who have carved out my life role.
Harmonica and saxophone
Sound out a fleeting groan

Still believing that hope is there
Waiting out on the pale sea
To return on the incoming tide.
A battle rages against the foam flecked monsters
A battle of time and poetry.
Tuba, trumpet and bass
Maintaining a clumsy grace.