The cold waters of theWestern Isles
Harbour many souls.
We swim with the ebb and flow of tides,
Below the bridges and beside the beaches;
Always looking, ever seeking
Those other souls that walk the weary world.
This is the point of exchange
Where grey waves meet silver sand;
Where sea is almost land
And land almost sea;
The interchange of being;
A transubstantiation of Souls.
Here Seal Soul and Human Soul
Meet in the landless and sealess world,
Speaking without words, loving without lips.
She walked along the Harbour Wall,
Her soul in her wet eyes,
Her pain in her face,
The world following along behind
Dragging its sins across cold stone,
Dogging her footsteps,
Washing them from the stony canvass
As if she had never been.
Her sins swung from her hair
Lightly held by the free flowing breeze;
Too light to keep the locks in place,
Even in this slight air,
Yet somehow heavy enough to chain her firmly to the hard rock.
She turned towards my black, bobbing sea head.
In the gentle waves of this Sea of Souls
I held her gaze in the other-world of seal-dark eyes,
Drawing the pain from her eyes
And catching silk-tethered sins
As the sea breeze gently unknotted them
To float down upon the waves.
Now her pain is mine,
Her sins are upon my soul.
My bobbing head dives, down and down;
Down to the deepest reaches of the sin soaked sea,
Down to the Depths of Forgotten Pains.
There they lie, `full fathom five
Suffering a sea change
Into something rich and strange'
That human life, free from false sin and pain
Will love and grow and blossom once again.