The Clear Day The birds took my sight Far out beyond the cliffs Far out over the blue It looked calm but I knew That there was more. Moving in slow rivers Snaking sea-monsters. Far far under what you can see Is the sea under the sea Never reaching the shore. Under storms surface scars Or wind whipped spray Don’t go searching deep down For dark waters drown Our souls in their devils roar Fishermen, pirates, mermaids, Sailors coiled in desperate embrace Lost girls and boys sewn in tales Told over whiskies and ales Until they’re part of local lore. Whenever you look out to sea And the calm or the spray Trances you to thinking of the now Think of those lost over the brow And all those gone before.