The Sunlight on the Waves – Peter Skeet

The sunlight on the waves
beneath a hazy blue,
the ever restless shore,
work sun and moon must do,

have brought to you this stone,
rounded in time’s deep,
selected by the eye,
to whom such treasures leap.

Broad bank of mussel shells,
sobering wavelet’s gloss,
chuckling empty homes,
hushed inhabitants’ loss,

the fallen gum displays
its histories over wave
white monument, forked splays,
tuning wind’s rant and rave.

Sunlight on the waves
beneath a hazy blue,
the ever restless shore,
work sun and moon must do,

aligns a heart that craves,
an appetite for more.
Time strolls us to our graves
and closes up his door.

Standing on the pier,
broad swells washing through;
it seems that rolling waves
were all we ever knew.

Returning safe to shore,
where purple pig-face blooms
the sunlight on the waves,
laughs lightly at our dooms.

The sunlight slant on waves
beneath a depening blue,
an ever restless shore,
work sun and moon must do,

have brought to you this stone,
rounded in time’s deep,
selected by the eye,
to whom such treasures leap