Though you have been
A fair wind
Billowing my sails
My heart still craves
New shores
To beach my skiff upon
And it aches
For fresh new lands
Beneath my feet
So I must go
For you deserve better
And it would not
Be fair on you
If I were to settle
For my first port of
call
With my fishing line of gold,
Hook, baited with
pearls
I cast into the waters
As the ebb tide swirls
To catch myself one
Of the underwater
girls
And land a pretty
mermaid
With seaweed in her
curls
We sat becalmed on the cold ocean
I wished to see the
waters move
But they remained
mirror flat
Still as a silent
thought
Lost in the absent
echo
As we remained
motionless
Beneath a relentless
sun
If people, make demands of you
Disarm them skilfully
Give them more than
they expect
And do it cheerfully
In the SKY Newsroom
Just ahead of the
action
The producer announces
“Lights Camera
Fiction”
My seatbelt wouldn’t fasten
I thought I had been
tricked
But couldn’t work out just
how
To do it up and then
it clicked
