Lonely White

I saw them from a distance
And forgot to reach out
So ghosts float away on salt waves
And the sea's white horses canter over white sands

Marking white time with their white hooves
And each tide washes away time
And turns again
And the white horses stride riderless
Into a white world of white dreams

And the ghosts float back
And away again
They see me from a distance
And forget to reach out.

(September 1986)