Neil Davey

North

To the north, the sea dreams in silence,
Yet her fury echoes through the expanse—
Of untapped power, awaiting the hand of man.

Patterns etched by water and wind,
The horizon—a line on which to write
A dialogue we’ve yet to decide.

To the north, the future drifts with the tides,
Navigating uncertainty,
Between storm and calm, limit and possibility.

Skylines shift with energy yet to be seen,
Across restless boundaries—
Between darkness and light, hope and fear.

No matter how they paint it,
On a clear day, we’ll be able to see them anyway—
The unavoidable mark of human ingenuity.