Moon Gone Island

I was out on moon gone island
Waiting for a friend
Wishing we were back there on our own
You'd be squeezing my hand
I'd be round the bend
Higher than those sunset clouds are blown

In a world of swirling colors changing
Answering my why
Flowing seconds re arranging
Canceling each lie
Like time blown jet stream brushstrokes on the sky
While in the mist
The times we've missed
Go wishing in the dark to cry

So I waded in the rolling thunder
Feeling rushing sand
In that special place of wonder
Twixt the ocean and the land
Living in the spell I'm under
Wishing you were there to hold my hand

And in the roar of crashing waves
With streaming screaming gulls
The rhythmic dying smashing gave
Back echoes of the end
I 'd once more count the cost and lost
A friend
Out on moon gone island

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

This is beautiful, the well-paced leading us through to the rhythmic speed and immediacy of the last stanzas. The phrases, 'time blown brushstrokes on the sky/while in the mist/the times we've missed', wow; of course, that like the waves and gave, 'streaming screaming gulls' shows your masterful use of rhyme. The 'rolling thunder', 'rushing sand' and 'The rhythmic dying smashing gave'. Brilliant.

[Gandré]

With this poem you proved that the simplicity of our initial perception can't be deceptive. I liked this:
"And in the roar of crashing waves
With streaming screaming gulls
The rhythmic dying smashing gave
Back echoes of the end" ----- this was vivid and thundered against my comprehension of poet's experience and memory. I liked a lot.