Bleeding warmth to savage winds
I lean against the coastlines bend…
Against the sea, the farthest pale,
I lean against the coastlines bend…
Against the sea, the farthest pale,
I push against the winters swell.
I pull myself into the wind
until the lee is lost again
and that which may be there
Is left for me to find it.
No whale or shoal upon this sea
Will stop to bind or hinder me
Unless the craven crawl returns
me safely to the leeward shore.
Michael S Brady
Michael S Brady
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