Yarrow hesitated....

in denial of rapture
we seek,
like sailors we sail
to thoughts stranded at bay
adrift and in hot pursuit-
sometimes rocking the ship
yet gently gliding to~
the one of many nights

till epiphany calls
and ever so suddenly do we dive
headstrong into the currents of life
as we see it, know it and percieve it
we sieve "the light"
in the prism of our intuitions
and take warning forecasts
of the stormy weather abound

the waters sift but we wait
for the currents to go upstream---

but whoever listens to what fishes think
after all, they hardly but say it
but take heed my friend
we sometimes forget about the deck
that beautiful sundeck atop the hull
where the evenings go by
our ticket to the shores unseen,untold
"where the living are"

moving in our dank, placcid waters
we mourn
a favourable tide
when woe betide
we become the day's catch
Alas my friend,
yarrow hesitated is yarrow lost
for 'the light' shines only for those who dare hope!