Cling Awave
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I find it hard sometimes
To mind my own time, time
Flies apart, I climb
Over clouded lenses

I seem to lose my senses
My senses seem to fail me
Would you care to lend this
Sailor just a late streak

Of luck that I glide you
Get a wave and ride on
Through this life Posiedon
Won't you guide me, sit beside me

Send me - upon
A wave to - new dawn
Lend me a ride
So that I can - stride

Through those who've done wrong
Till I reach and belong
The side which I trust
Is safe, and, is just