Cloyfull fill of them

   A slamming door’s Amen

Once again and then pushed over

   Ceaseless line like seagulls hover

Ketch do come and go

   Through seasoned spring and winters glow

Crave for time alone

   No more beckoned to your throne  

Yet always for you I hunger

   Dissatisfied with any other

Tides do flood and change

  All they touch, all that remains

 Into something astonishing yet strange

   And all I see

   All I will ever be

In you remains the same    

The Ceaseless flow of time

   Endless moments that are mine