IF SHE RETURNS

IF SHE RETURNS
　
If she returns what will I say to justify myself?
Her belligerent and crushing, crashing blows whip up the winds of war and woe
If she comes here again what then?
　
As sited so often the piercing beauty nests up next to the lethal risk and the awesome threat.
And beads of sweat like peripheral disarray gets on its way , in its way, oh mercy!!
　
The aqua shades on bobbing waves and all her gentle temperament
Was heaven sent near jasmine scent
And cinnamon the same so long as she stays tame.
　
And anglers perched on stilts appease, a silhouetted twilight sea ,who rolls
And plops her rhythmic hands so delicate on golden sands.
Stand up and gaze the paddy fields alight all for a toenail moon
Hydrated by the known and understood monsoons.
　
But these look like the tears of babes compared to those colossal waves who’ll sweep away a passing train with effortlessness and disdain! Its true the cracking crust had spewed the vast sea up and up in crude anger.
　
Those, homeless, orphaned , dead, bereaved would surely not it truth believed this tear shaped island’s
forma peace could fall to such catastrophe.
　
If she returns what will I say to justify myself?
Her belligerent and crushing, crashing blows whip up the winds of war and woe
If she comes here again what then?
　
TIM SANSOM 25 TH SEPTEMBER 2009