reflecting
in the distance of a dream
here and now
searching in the here and now
for the distance of a dream
.
reflecting
in the distance of a dream
here and now
searching in the here and now
for the distance of a dream
.
acer leaves adhered
to a wet black bench
colours running
children amongst rocks
echoes of lost summer
.
with my eyes closed
silently reading
the book of no words
in the sand
curling twists of blood
no painting its equal
billowing heaven
shot with the colours of sun
a cloud of orchids
.
.
Cloud maps shifting, shifting slow
across the heaven’s ethereal glow
and all about are myriad stars
falling to earth their sunlight far
has travelled long and travelled fast
to fall upon this beach at last
a snow-dome then, of frosted glass
the snowflakes whirling, whirling past
and a misted form – no detail lacking
comes overhead so slowly tracking
through obsidian depths that oh- so deep
will swallow any light and keep
but expiring is the gasp of night
as light brings dawn – a golden sight
and now I stand heart-heavy, sore
a giant wave rises – softly breaks ashore
.