Something to Eat

1.1 The ark of Joan

Goin towards the line, through the waved narrow road.

Turnin page setting sail, tabula told.

Northern stream, paced by warm West wind

Weathered field, leadin waves of yore.

Hidden arrows, fading in yesterdays marrow.

A search in famine of answers

West, mark the spot treasure dancers.

Setting sail to save, our own lonesome one.
She the one with the arrow,
Child from times that guide your way home.
My hope is;not returning,before better days & tides has shown.

Oh my God,a longin for purpose sung
A call of duty in battling times,a prayer to come back as one.

1.2 Who can Sail without the wind?

1.3 Friendship
Travelling smart,we'll be the first ones to get there.

Travelling faster,to where life gets better?
I too dream of silver and gold.
Once I get there may my dreams do unfold?

Cast the anchor brothers,sisters and Sailors.
Building bridges,to be seen there between us.
Why bother to hear their soft silent whispers.

Shouting back;"more not less"as my time is precious.
As the Bell louder tolls,brothers in arms,closer they come.
Hear it calling,sail on,port al Side of the sun.

1.4 The Farewell letters

Dear Red,I've written you this letter and poem
to tell you I've decided to name our baby Grace
bon voyage my love & Godspeed.

A child
A gift to honor the family,comes to the world
To learn and development carry
By mom that rows,you grow,from air in lung
Responsibilty under freedom watch out for the lying tongue.

A mother
A mom is she who the child carries.
A mom is she who from love berries.
Answers she gives when the child is in need,
Safety net through singing,the baby she puts to sleep.

A father
A dad is he who supplies for evereyone round' the table.
A dad doesn't need but shares the Word.
Roof of the house,in gentle light,
carries the Load Through courage so bright.

Fights on through all wars that they face.
Strong Also You & I, find our grace.
If still,honor the moment and all of your loved ones.
And listen please hear four words that glisten:
From Fidelity
With LOVE

Red: Just "a perfect day".
Hard to describe still so recognizable to me.
Yet somehow freeing,border to epiphanising.
Outside lies proportion,while constant movements in me,
Keepin lurking destruction at bay.
A longing unfoldning?Hiraeth tower
The row is yours to steer,in limerence,my nenuphar Eden flower.
Pressure leadin,ephemeral incandescence,
But eternals the light and blessin,thats slow ridin restin,
Through the Cold-hearted night,
awaits til Aurora,another "perfect day" for the
Mast-captured moonlit knight.

1.5 Grace

Her name was Grace she came from space.
Her father Red,questioned how he'd spent
His life in taint,unexplained,not one single drop of tear he shed.
Stuffed backpacked burden,soulsurrendering not yet heard of but then:
It faded the day that she was born
Stone was gently torn.
Aware,relieved from within,
Unforgiven no more.
The day that Grace from inner-space was born.

Her name was Grace she came from space.
Her father Red,let go and a tear was shed.

1.6 Storm

1.8 Swimming
1.9 Are you shore?

See,there!Are you shore?
Like they say "an island never cries".
And this warm West wind,
Will it carry my heart through my Sorrows and Joy?
Breaking up is the sound of Port al Side.
Are you shore?Are you shure?
I hope its just a matter of time...