The lines that hold the sails in tension now fret, or so the sounds they fake suggests, a keen low scream that might be just the gale that’s set to lengthen distance to safe harbour, seen Through gaps between each white wave peak as if security were not what vessels seek. A night at sea … More ‘Sleep’s a trouble, dreams pitch too persistent / the stresses of the day before that dawn / when truly come, promises that it’s sent /to build our worn self up, just less forlorn’. Verse written on assessing the aftermath of a day that’s made too many demands upon you!