The shattered sky bleeds light
Like a wound in eternity; its
Halo imbued on the self-torn
Surface of the steely, roiling waters.
Warmth on the grey, ushering
The tides to surge, urging their fall.
Light thrown, tossed and rolled:
Photon ships and sailored rays
Buoyed on the endless motion.
Jay Fraser is a poet from Lincolnshire in the UK. He spends his time reading anarchist philosophy and watching horror movies, and occasionally can be tricked into being productive. (His Twitter is @JayFraser1)