Castle clock

 The castle walls of Bishop's rock

That tick away with tidal clock

And listen on a body engraved by time

Listen to the water clock,

Time it rolls on

Ever the peaks and troughs ensue

Lapping at the laces

sapping at the shoe

Clapping hands in races

Of the egg and spoon

Holding up your swimming aces

Letting flags of colour croon

Body mark of the waves

The Bishop's hats, the white slaves

Driven by relentless whip

Driven kind or thirsty at the water's lip

I'm a high tide, and then a low

Pulled by the moon in tow

None can escape its sway

I'm waist deep in time

The further out I wade

Time's ocean laps the shore

And ripples underwater tones

If this air we breath is living

Then underwater is the sinking stone

Forever marking river bone

Ever reaching for the sunset

Scrambling an infinite egg

The gold we tried to gather

The rainbows loot we never get

Sun brows knitted, finally release

And time like a knife cuts us loose 

Into a land of blessed peace

Can we ever touch the sun

Or find the horizon

Some time when I am neck deep

I will look to you

To hold the tides of time back

Oh just before we both shall sleep