The pain on his face

He could no longer hide

Eyes were dead:

Too much inside,

 

Heather on the rocks

Fragile as could be

Endured the violence:

And the rage of the sea,

 

Oh to be like the heather

Blowing in the wind

To have no conscience:

Strong and unsinned,

 

To be unthinking

Living on the moor

With nothing to hear:

But waves on the shore

 

~ G McK