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...
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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