Cast by the weak glow
Of a wan sun
Frustrated by the dull grey
Of the everyday
He stood apart
Waiting for trains
For the one
Which never arrived on time
And for the one
Which would never arrive
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
Still
The best moments
Gathered in little circles
Words and laughter exchanged
While the stormy world
Just falls away
Though the power
In her voice came
From the moments
Between words
Between songs
In quiet introspection
Pix to Words 