only the sea can wash it away

 the gut-pain is not solid like a rock

or like a dam or a fortified wall,

i can kick at the foundation

make spaces in the crevasses

but only the sea can wash it away

only the sea can wash it away.

watching the gull flying far from home

landing on chrome grey guardrails 

the wandering is wild within my soul

as we stop for a gaze piercing the fog

what more can i see but what i sorely miss

i am no longer here with the car and the road

when tears mix with cold and clammy face

it is only the sea that can wash it away

only the sea can wash away.

i would ride like a curragh on windy waves

without time at my helm or time at my wheel

without weathered wrinkled skin etched with tales

longing for deliverance from dozens of dreams

that only the sea can wash away

only the sea can wash away.