THREE PARTS TO THE WIND

 THREE PARTS TO THE WIND        TIM  WILLIAMS          MARCH 2015

THE THREE PARTS OF ME ARE SEPERATED
PULLED APART, ADRIFT, THEN MOORED
TIED UP IN DIFFERENT HARBOURS TONIGHT,
ME FLOATING LONELY, OUT OF FOGHORN RANGE,
NOT EVEN IN THIS WINTER MISTY DARKNESS
DO THE ECHOES OF YOUR LOVE THAT I FEEL
IS SENT, REACH EVEN CLOSE TO THESE DESOLATE SHORES

THE COLDNESS OF THESE WATERS I SAIL
KNOWING EVENTUALLY WE WILL REACH
OUR DUAL DESTINATION, OUR MUTUAL HARBOUR,
WE DROP ANCHOR AND WAIT FOR THE
SNOWDROPS SMILE OF APPROVAL
LAYING IN WAIT TOGETHER TO
AMBUSH SUMMER'S WARMTH AND FAVOUR

THESE THINGS WILL COME TO PASS
BUT TONIGHT I STILL FLOAT IN
COLD AND LONELY WATERS, AND THE 
DARKNESS SHROUDS MY THOUGHTS, SHOWING
ME ONLY THE SPIRIT OF WINTERS HAND
NO SIGN OF THE WARMTH OF SUMMERS CLOAK LIKE LOVE,
OR THE SNOWDROPS PRETTY SMILE WHO'S ARM
AROUND MY SHOULDER REVERSES FALLING TEARS

THIS SHIPS PASSAGE WAS NEVER THOUGHT TO BE EASY,
SOMETIMES CROSSINGS WILL BE DIFFICULT , THEY SAY
BUT NOTHING TO TREASURE IS EASILY GAINED,
AND SEA'S HAVE RISEN HIGH OVER MY BOWS
BEFORE,AND I HAVE NOT FLOUNDERED ON THE ROCKS,
I SHALL NOT ON THIS NIGHT EITHER