The Word in Focus with Dr Larry Taylor

Alone, after all were in bed asleep

Alone on the pier in the stillness of

A full moon, silence, silence

Nature hushed, the mångata stretched

Across the water like an invitation to a

Lonely destiny – calling, calling – 

The silent vast transparent specter 

Beckons, beckons, until the

Old man slowly rises in surrendered obedience 

And steps forth off the dock onto

Water that hardens under him.

With sad eyes and broken heart

He follows the shadow across the mångata

Into the silence of eternal regret, alone.