I wrote this poem while I was on a Pacific cruise to the New Calendonian Islands, in April 2018. We only had one rough day, but that managed to influence me enough, to pen this dreamy piece that night …
Rolling On By
I am swishing and swirling
splashing and crashing
up and down
I am thrown aground
stumbling around
swaying under her calming horizon
she soothes my rough landing
caresses my awakening eyes
dazed, I knowingly smile
and watch her wings wave goodbye
Ivor Steven (c) April 2018