ISLAND

Acrylic On Canvas 62 x 62 cms Varnished 

 

Vampires wait to dance on my grave
Lawyers that gather around a disaster
Step on the gas, our glorious past
Is catching up with us and on the horizon

You can almost make out
The shape of a mouth
In the billowing clouds
Where the lost island is found

Child on my lap, taking a nap
Knowing that nothing can ever be stolen
And you paint the jug, paint it with love
As if you were the one girl who needed reminding

You can almost make out
The shape of a mouth
Where the rocks begin
Thats where the lost island is

Oh wonder why
Some wait for the signs
But you'll always be my girl
Sun diving off
Like birds from the rocks
You'll always be my girl

You can almost make out
The shape of a mouth
And the contours of Earth
And I promise you one day I will return

by Crowded House

 

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Here I am washed up on the shore with silver beaten foam as crown and

spume as gown to my salt bleached bones.

Here I am , myself's remains as gift to you , my message in a bottle.

Here I am your sea debris, your flotsam and your jetsam.

James Maconochie 

SEA DEBRIS

Acrylic on Canvas 77 x 52 cms