Light leaks upon the stoney quay
Glassy dawn and sugar sea
Crystal clear and still as we
Dip blade that breaks tranquility
Drip clunk the sound of oar in lock
Drip clunk disturbs the silent flock
Of gulls that sleep afloat, one eye
Open checks as we pass by.
Sleeps too the wrath the waters rake
In storms of passion lives to take
Yet now in slumber whisps aside
Our passing over on the tide.
Spike the mists the masts of yachts
Move relative to dark backdrops.
Onyx depths reflections tear
Moored in glass and perfect air
Smallest wake from passing drift
Ghostly eddies, paddles lift
Tis all that moves apart from hearts
Stolen by these magic parts.
Our passage nears the dew damped ketch
Clinker built and old as oak.
A hollow thunk as bow meets transom
Ungainly balance breaks the calm.
Still returns. Covers lifted
Kettle sings, cabin misted
Deep content marks rising sun
For morning's come, yet not begun.