Foreland

What's that burning in the distance?
Either the Redsand Fort or a ship, or my eyes are showing their age
See that line form
'Cross the chalk stack insolent to history
As I am to these
Cracking 'cross my face

Wave after wave, the years through me falling
The way beneath my feet could just give without warning
That old mansion will keel to the tide in time, the line
Ever nears as it will

Everybody
And those it reached first
We keep alive in the gleaning of their yield
By the light of the wax of their land

And wave after wave, the years through us falling
The current at our feet can just take without warning
That old buoy will sever from the line in time the tide ever clears
As it will do for me
Wave after wave, I dive under today's turbulence

Hush
The sea was too dangerous to swim today
And driving home to feed the boys
The heavens opened 'cross the Kellet Gut

And I remembered a list I wrote, "Reasons to stay alive"
And cried for the distance between that page and where I am now
Rain dying out, the reasons they write themselves
Wave after wave, foreland