Seeing shadows of  reflections, walking in winter through mist and darkness, black and whiteness, like a corridor of sleep and whilst we slept The Sea Queen of Connaught sailed into the bay and stole away the warm tears of our sleeping  daughters and their lovers.
they saw the brutal granite cliffs of Scilly, the hellish bay of change to gentle sandy coves.
Feeling the clouds, protecting faces from wind blown sand
On Samson Island, gardens of seaweed, an imaginary hand in your hand.
We watched the grey sky turn to blue, ancient graves, from ancient days
Ruined empty cottages, echo childrens laughter like sounds of waterfalls.
I felt the miles rush by, the look of dread and golden eye’s
I saw the jealous sea turn green and shadows unfold and sang a roaring ocean..
I drowned down down down into the dark shadow depths as you swam up.
wooden teeth, wooden smile.