Where the Sky Scrapes the Ocean

Where the Sky Scrapes the Ocean

I left myself once,

Across the Pacific shore,

I buried my head in its rocks,

And threw my heart

To the Ocean roar.

Time forced me back home

To the calm, steady, and the known.

And I obliged to her convention.

When I return

I’ll find my head,

I’ll buy a boat and

Learn to sail above the

Blue floor,

Beneath the warmth of

Kiwi skies,

And go hunting

For my heart…

Where the sky scrapes the ocean. 

George Ide Phillips Solicitors 2011