Heart Broken Fragile Lives
Hello, can you see me
I am always by your side
I held your hand in the darkness
I comforted you when you cried
You may not be able to see me As I am not that far away
I watch you when you’re on your knees
I am beside you when you pray
I feel the pain you are feeling For the hurt and a broken heart For the loss of someone very close Now that you are both apart
You may have lost the material For now you are feeling the pain But please trust me my friend For you both will meet again
For the spirit world is all around And a reunion will take place Then all your sorrow will diminish Seeing your loved one’s smiling face Malcolm G Bradshaw
Carlton
The winds blow cold across the marsh,
The lighthouse stands forlorn Against the weather, tall, erect,
Against the winds so harsh.
The dark and threat’ning clouds are bleak,
The rain pours on the quay; And I alone am left to watch Where sea and wild sky meet.
With shades of sky and sea the same, Horizons can’t be seen.
A coble bobs among the waves In a sea it cannot tame.
The waves break over stern and bow, Amid the billowing storm. A sudden panic grips the heart Matching furrows on the brow.
The boat is doomed to a watery grave;
I watch in helpless awe. They battle with the tiller post, Those fisher folk so brave.
Each morn I’d watch them from the shore
As gingerly they passed Along the narrowing, winding sluice, Out to the sea once more.
Each evening when that boat returned Along that meandering stream, Wives and lovers lent a hand, Enthusiasm never spurned. quay.
They’ll gather on the dripping quay; A lonely group they’ll be, With kinfolk in that restless grave Out there beyond the
I turn again, there is no sign Of that fishing boat once proud. It still rests there as boats pass by, Far below the line.
What fragile lives we tend to keep Out there beyond the bar, Below the passing clouds so dark, And stormy seas so deep.
Ian C Gray Wollaton Park