Lament for the girl of the morning sea

Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.


A premonition of merciful peace has emerged

In the morning of this day.


And as if in agreement

Your hand opens to the waves.

In a movement of gratitude,

A moment of quiet acceptance.

I have heard you sing

To the waves crests,

Rise, rise from your depths

Rid me of all pain

I am alone wash over me.


In this bright early hour

You are at once transformed.

Peace adorns you,

Rests on your face.

I have seen you whisper

To the open sky

Touch me, cleanse me

Rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.


Your hair hangs tangled

Stiffly on your eyes,

Green-water droplets

Trickle to your lips.

Your fingers grasp

The waters edge.

The shoreline pierces you,

Welcomes you, calls to you.

I am alone wash over me.


And you lying unseen

A curved silken spine

Broken by spite

The savagery of indifference

And the brutality

Of unmourned death

Move without moving.

Knowing nothing, knowing nothing

In your quiet sadness.

I am alone wash over me.


I have heard you sing

To the waves crests’

Rise from your depths

Rise from your submerged stillness.

I have heard you sing

To the open sky,

Touch me, cleanse me,

Rid me of all pain,

Rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.


Your mother cries for you in her silence

And mourns for another in her isolation.                          

I am alone wash over me.                                              Rob Cullen  18th May 1980.

You Learn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.

Jorge Luis Borges

Last Straw

Last straw


When does it

Really get there

That final moment

That is never ever

That final moment

But just the last straw

When you can

Start to say

To yourself

I can breathe

Again and again

And close

That door

On them

And their poor

Despicable lives.

Trees grow

Ready to be


To hang

From their


To recline

In the shade

And shine

In the dance

Of leaves

On a summers day

So let’s dance

You and I

And step out


Will it be

A tango

Or a jive

Or that long

Long smooch

When our arms

And bodies


Lets dance on.