My heart is like a rowing boat adrift
Whose occupant has fallen overboard
The empty vessel drifts through deep sea mist.
And in those pearl filled ears the deep sea roars.
Just as the boat drifts mapless,so do I.
My maps were drawn for quite another sea
My captain’s taken leave and now I cry
As if that drowned soul might just be me.
Yet on the sea bed mysteries abound;
Such wonders and such magic there displayed.
I wonder if it is my lot drown
And to a memory then quickly fade.
Maps are no more certainties than hints.
Between the lines hides gold from other mints.

The seasons alter imperceptibly;
No point exact time which demonstrates the turn.
Yet soon come changes which our eyes will see
Leaves dry and crack;the acers seem to burn.

And so it is with human creatures too.
Each day our loved one looks unchanged to us
And yet the body alters like leaves do.
Small changes made with neither noise nor fuss.

We are transparent ghosts of our old selves
We struggle down the avenue of life
Soon death approaches with its common stealth.
And separates the husband and the wife.

In winter all is black and we despair
Yet, deep in earth,worms silently prepare.