Tequila Sunrise

I see it everyday...

...but it still makes me swoon.

Where the wild things are...

Black cruel water...

...churning souls beneath it in the night.

Sometimes the sea says nothing...

...but hums a whispering song in my ear.

The emphatic moon ascends...

...the brilliant challenger of rocket experts, the white hope of communications men.

quoting Robert Hayden - The full moon

Jacobs ladder...

...I would climb into heaven.

I can see the lights of home...

...Shining brightly o’er the foam,

Beckon to me while I roam

Away from lights of home.

~~~

For Eamonn and Marian x

All along the coast as far as anyone could see...

...the world was washed again and swish and free.


Quoting "Sandycove" by Hay Machine


Just wanted to say I'm afraid my window view has been pretty boring the last while, photo wise, the good weather means we have blue sea and blue sky, so I have been taking photos while out and about! 

Does ya want the moon to play with...

...or the stars to run away with? Lulla lulla lulla lulla bye.

As sung to Mary 1997-todate

Here comes the sun... and I say...

...its alright.


quoting George Harrison of course.

There's no place like home...

Into the mystic...

I shall dive down deep for the pot of gold...

...Why not?
iPhone photo

And the stars fell out of the sky and my tears rolled into the ocean...

...black and gold.


quoting Sam Sparro

The charmed ocean's pausing...

...The waves lie still and gleaming, and the lull'd winds seem dreaming.


quoting Shelly

A jaded sun rises...

...but the darkness holds fast.

Antique sea...

...sink in honey waves.

Evening taps on days shoulder...

...time to put out the lights.

Spring is not far away...

...You can feel it in the air.

A sapphire sea glitters in the twilight...

...let me sail away.

To the left of the Eclipse...

...Never look straight at the sun.

I cannot see the train...

...I'll look away,

and silence it with the heels of my hands,

I cannot see the train

It frightens me,

It stole my little constant, my friend,

like some green beetle devil thing.

No more tip tip taps on the kitchen floor,

no more fairy bells as she comes rushing in,

no little snores upon my bed,

No more. My little constant,

my little friend.

~~~

~ Bo ~

Look! They come again...

...the wintering geese are here.

The new year sun casts no shadows...

...or has the sea washed everything bare?