Light beats small bolstered waves

Small poem about the sea

Light beats small bolstered crashing waves,

Thunder booms frail,

Scarred depth forked power calms,

A clamoured nervous echo.



The blue soft iron comfort,

Surfs, trampled back to common planes,

When dead Islands stand. Crumble,

So dark the core intentions fumble.



Rigour frack'ed dampened spirits,

Triumph and break line,

Treason dog-fire scream out against

The dying of the light.