A dark forbidding rock

Climbs high

Above a grey and sullen sea

This lonely shard

Is home to me

My sanctuary.

Sleek grey warships

Silently sail by

All angles and menace

White faces on the bridge

just stare

And wonder why I'm there.

One morning

Completely without warning

A small sailboat appears

Broken mast, tattered sails

It's master hails

For help.

I give safe haven 

To this stricken craft

And comfort

To its Master

At first 

I spoke in silence.

But then we talked till dawn

And come the morn

The sea was dressed

In different hue

A soft bright blue

With dancing waves.

Dolphins poked their noses

At the sky

And I

The first in many years

Just laughed at their frivolity

And held a friendly hand.

Now my jagged rock

Has softened

And

We stroll on golden sand

While I marvel

At the wonder of you.

                                              _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Owain Glyn