Fire, fire
underneath the deck.
Run fast.
Water, water
boards the sinking ship.
Swim out into the end.

I'll stay by your side
looking for the tide that 
brings us back,
or a flare to lead the night.

Waiting for a sound
louder than the howling
of an ever-slowing heart,
grabbing waves that hug the light.

The wreck,
hiding in plain sight, 
laid to rest,   
with a crashing fist of surge and regret, 
the undetermined emptiness 
of fate,
leaving cracks that trap the way
in its feebleness. 

We’re cradled by the 
swaying of permanence,
by the comfort of known hands and dry land
where

you amaze me with those eyes
you awash me in the sand 
that
swallows me whole
in its feebleness. 

The Swaying of Permanence

Hi. My name is Randy Haddock. These are some of my demos. I hope you like them.

Email: ranhaddock@gmail.com