By the sea

Orange, pink, saffron what not,
Seagulls screeching, pulling higher fast,
Waves lash upon lash on the cold hard rock,
Like a pillar of fortitude I stand taut.

The water streaming down my eyes
Also bathe my calloused feet,
I have walked miles today and nigh
Should I cut out what I really believe.

That no maker had sought such paints,
That this self-same picture I did create,
Maker of my thoughts, maker of my life,
Some little filth, some anomalies to expiate.

That make the Sunrays lashing hard
Bruise my hard, rotten, pickled skin,
I know not forever if strength will last,
As the sun illuminates the dun and din.

But standing rooted, gazing at the orange hues,
A sweat breaking down, a tear curling down,
The waters covering, wiping the calluses
I gaze, a smile now covering the frown.

Pink dung

I'm hung, stung by pink dung;
I feel, steal a glance,
And now as we have rung
In this new time Let's dance.

Pink in the air, a Dionysian view;
I speak, wreak smoke in the air,
Even though I do seem a bit blue
I have a lot to care of and fare.

The pink dung is sweet to taste;
Let's sing, drink, fling hot balloons,
Lest this time goes to waste
And we lose time even before it's too soon.

Timescape

I'm a time traveller
Didn't I tell you every time,
Even though you're close and near
I've blocked you in my mind;
Was it just yesterday or the day before
That you professed eternal bonhomie,
But to me you're just a dark cloud
Floating by in my destiny.
You're a time traveller
Just like me, Whenever your voice does ring,
I know not if you're in my face
Or in a distant place, where clocks don't ring;
And the melody you sang me years ago
Still plays so in my ears,
But what you said just yesterday
Has blanked out amidst my fears.
So travelling time
In my mind
I know I'll see you again;
And through Sun, wind and rain
May we etch immortal
Sketches in timescape.