In Gulf

On the Gulf tonight
Sand is white
Moon is bright
Sea swallowed in starlight
Tide is high
Easy on these eyes
From blind to sight
I just might
Forgive this fight
Grace in flight
Lifting hope with a kite
Love despite
Heart contrite
Trying to make this life right



Harms from self-reflection
Are immune to charms of self-protection.
Stalled on a sticky web of tangled thoughts
Tenderness trapped like flailing, flapping flies
Wrapped and stranded
On silk and surrendered sighs
Dripping like honey dewdrops
Dotting my dusty desk at dusk
I regret
And yet
I feast and toast this bitter roast of memory.