Blackness on sea

Winds paint themselves Into the eyes of the Mermaid's self portrait. The sea dances with Dreams to the sinuous Music of Blackness on Sea. Haunting essence Of the Lobster pot, mermaid Whispers its stories to The waters, its mystery Is caught in the disparate Places of a small town. Clouds are like Coins that never reach The wishing well, Boatmasters and mariners Kept stories they could Never tell. Sky is Like a Gypsy in reverie Who has been persuaded To stay. Push and pull Of the tide, inside lobster Pot landlord pulls pint, part Of an unofficial covenant, Customers are granted Sanctuary. Time between tides, opening hours, Empty glasses blurred Through time. Where Do ghosts reside?, land Or ocean. Spirits are Poured into heaven by The landlord Blackness On sea, they whisper their stories into a glass full of eternity. Water is Blackness On seas biographer in Sound, the stories Of the undrowned are Delivered. Images Not found on postcards, Eyes of the wind cannot Find their reflection. Noise from tides is Like the ticking of Pocket watch left on Hand mirror.