Breakers Poem by GRANT FRASER

Breakers of sea water
I've just come back to say - hello!
to breathe the breeze,
and salty roll...

A murmuring little boy,
has come,
as if by appointment,
We made a pact,
didn't We?

He'll find
complacency yet,
even if your
turbulent body
pulled the sailors down,
such weary trawlermen,
to drown among our dish,

No he has
come back...again!
to breakers of these nervous
boyhood dreams,
what scenes...

Yet last night,
found himself,
on a ruby carpet,
drinking wine,
from a soft womanly mouth,
who stroked his hair,
endlessly,
and he stayed put,

In fact drowning
is not so bad,
as some things are worth going
down for,

Breakers, White rocket setinel
at the end of a pier,
You kiss her underwater,
in that blue starry jail,

A liquid door incessantly
changing shape,

God's vast droplet,
His only tear,
didn't we scatter a few
around here?
A giant caught in a thimble,

Breakers of time,
maybe it's time to pay homage,
from all indifferent worlds,

Ok, and then
a soft wave's whisper...