The North Sea

The North Sea

When the rising spring tide came and scattered all the pieces
Of the lily-white horses up and down across the beaches
When the cold arctic wind came and scattered all the splinters
Of the lily-white horses in the middle of winter
Remember me to the North Sea

An envelope full of polaroids, of strangers from another lifetime gone
Reminiscences to fill a void, that only opened up another black hole
Long since your pretty friends have turned their pretty heads, one by one
Made hay while the sun shone, butterflies when the rain came falling

In a nameless town through the cold white noise
For one sweet second I thought I had a choice

When the rising….

Never thought you’d forget the smile of the only one you wanted to recall
Wondering if it’s reciprocal is the hollowest of consolations
Found a place in a family, neither blood nor forever broken
One mistake is all it takes to find yourself on the road again

When the rising….

So many hollow promises, so close, but always so far
Who’s ever going to sing your song, now you’re tired of your own voice?

(Copyright Mark James Pearson)