Life is like sailing, you can use any wind to go in any direction

~

scattered like butterflies

under grey autumn skies

reflected and mirrored

haze shimmered and silvered

riding the send of the sea

against a rising tide

ignoring our dreams

our plans and schemes

the sea has a life of it’s own

seems we can’t have it all

for I’m I’m no Bogy

and sadly you’re no Bacall

this is not Key Largo

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I must go down to the sea again