Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry

—– Peter Gabriel 1977


As I drive through
ever rising waters
always on high alert
Always ready for the next
deep, dark, hole
filled to the brink

No time to think

No time for reflection
no point in redirection
Just keep moving
just keep doing
No matter how or when
in the end

My love will have to be