On the far sea horizon,
A mirage of light ships,
A trick of my eye,
For only I can see them.
No human mariners
Can be on board
Such luminous craft,
Such unearthly vessels.
High on a mast, beams a lamp,
Winks, sends a crystal signal.
Five colours I count,
Sapphire, red, green, violet, blue.
Advanced aeroplanes,
Silent, otherworldly helicopters,
For a few moments,
In a wider expanse,
Circle above them,
Vanish with sea gull cries.
Suddenly, sand feels hard,
Beneath my feet,
My body numb, empty,
My eyes clean, certain.
Vision of light ships,
Swept away by natural cloud,
Distraction of waves,
Seaweed tangle on the shore.
Almost like an acid dream here Phillip. It gives the feeling of that and with the abrupt change to normalcy, the very end of such swept-away dreams. Reminds me of the sixties. A most beautiful dream Phillip. I enjoyed the read here. Bob
You are excellent at creating atmosphere...and the inclusion of colour delighted my senses...this an ethereal and almost mystical write...I think an alternative layout would further enhanced it's beauty...
Diana...
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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