SECRETS OF LOVE

The lost at sea from the shore
as sleepwalkers on the plank
cannot fold back day dreams
ship shaped on the ocean
rolling on the forward waves
tossed over by oars in midstream
from a May day call in the sun
with blankets to mask themselves
to wait in the docks shade
hearing the bells listening
over the Cape's church
to escape confession's closure
for what they have done
or how they have behaved
and hide their exposure
by dreaming of us
in the long sun
yet on the dock give thanks
awaiting to search the Caribbean
for Baudelaire's and Coleridge's
albatross over the bridge
as jazz players poets and sailors
often trodden down
or crossed out by life
among these rocks
wishing for love secrets
not judged by effect and cause
awaiting for double knots
of strife and trouble along
the softened ocean spectrum's
direction of the weather's flaws
about us the twin albatross' wings
hiding and biding time like Esau,
jealous for his lawful heritage
from his just brother Jacob
or in his criminal inheritance to wage
life's awesome double -mindedness
but we search for juice of carob
on these leeward islands
expect to be blessed by God
in our forward direction,"West",
to be saved like a bird's feather
from a wandering rainy journey
of kindly saints to launch us out
who sing over our sailing perfection
covering from the belonging nest
in the amazing wellspring of nature
by a chance to wish for rest
over the fishers riverbed
we hope to be delivered
egged on by a shivered connection
with a crown reserved for kings.