Anyone who who has sailed the proper sea
Knows there is no reality.
Comforts of concept
May well see one through a blithe life,
But delusive illusion
Cannot stop the sky
From occasionally assuming
The down position.
The other language; of awareness,
Is seldom spoken aloud in company
So each is left alone with the secrets
Of every soul crying within.
What is emotional intimacy
Save a simple grant of access
To those times
We cannot help but be ourselves?
J H S