turning to find an empty space where only your words once haunted the void between us and the warm stillness of your body comforted the night under resting angel wings folded over me your voice silent now your heartbeat just an echo in my ear a remembrance of a kiss lost in the foggy ruins of memory abandoned out of reach blown asunder evaporated bleached by the blinding light of morning as I hide from the siren screech that hurtles down through time and breaks the back of all that was once worth living for but you are gone now and forgetting is harder than living as the sun burns through a paper sky a celluloid distraction crackling this humid mindscape birth renewal finding our way in a new daylight of dreams.
rusted ribs resist the salvage attempts
prefer instead the salted licks of coral seas
a battered sand blown year long deterioration
rivet by rivet sand fly bitten
the tourists come snap gawp marvel
climb aboard Jonahs on three night camp outs
four by four they land cruise up coloured sands
utes jeeps barbecued fleets of sun kissed cheeks
name one amazing thing you’ve done
and then move on.
Looking back I was lucky to stumble upon my Cherry Venture Queensland adventure for she is sadly no more. Finally broken by wind and wave she relented to the salvage man’s cutting gear and only the buried hull remains. But she has her own Wikipedia tribute page:
and for some downright Down Under weirdness you surely cannot beat this – six months in a leaky boat haha: