Quicksands

Life and danger live through these quicksands
We cross them with excitement and unease
Drawn there by the warmth of loving hands

Across the bay, there are the mountain lands
Where dwell  the  sheep who roam as they may please
Life and danger live  through these quicksands

Astute the eye ,we look for what’s beyond
The rocks so  pressured by the winter freeze
Drawn  there by the  pleasure of love’s hand

Nothing either weather or seasons
Protects us from the storm, the strange disease
Life and danger live on these quicksands

Humans live beyond sense or reason
Imagination  fluid  yet will not freeze
Drawn  there by  the thought of children’s’ hands

Some stay inland and cultivate the bees
Others want to cross  untrusted seas
Life and danger live over  quicksands
Men drawn there by the hope of better lands