Point Lonsdale

Dark sea dark land lie close beneath
The muffling guilt of night,
The lighthouse spells to ships at sea
Its syllables of light,
The beach, with breakers’ frontier war,
Flicks desultory white.

How changed since first, a child, I stared
South from this wind-torn tree:
That mind-engulfing ocean lies
A measurable sea
Mighty but impotent, since I
Spanned its infinity.

But North, unfathomed, looms the land.
Northward I turn, and stare
As a lover searches, foiled by the eyes,
Baffled by cheek and hair,
In known loved features questing that
Which is and is not there.

Poems of Love

Poems of Nature