The mystical nature and the conjuring up of the gold imagery in the Earth Visitors poem that Jan posted earlier reminded me of this, something I wrote a few years ago ... though much more clumsily. SEA SONG As I rested my back on a rocky-stone shore In the comforting rays of the summers bright sky Came the whispering souls of the ones from before From the sibilant hiss of the soft seas sigh In the closing of eyes against azure and gold In relaxing of muscles on pebble-smooth bed From their watery homelands those creatures of old Waded out from the ocean and swam through my head With the faces of angels they outstretched their hands And I knew that I had but to trust to their care I perceived myself sinking through rocks and warm sands Little knowing the beauty awaiting me there I could see as the seascape closed over my head And I endlessly fell through the heart of the earth I was shown how to move through the lands of the dead As they spoke of the cycle of life and re-birth In a wondrous hall of diaphanous light With half-shadows of jewel-like turquoise and blue I was taught in the midst of that heavenly sight And infused in their secrets both ancient and true Through chambers of shipwrecks and coral we walked Where no person from living worlds ever had been My heart became open and soft as they talked And my eyes turned to gold from the wonders Id seen Every breath that I took left a silver-spark trail Each footstep indented a luminous glow Every movement I made, phosphorescent and pale Flared behind in ethereal firework show They numbered in thousands, these creatures of peace And I only one, somehow shrunken and small Of their resting place here in the depths of the seas I explored every corner, each cavern and hall We and you are like sand they imparted at last We are carried and tossed on the whims of the tide Unsure of our future, we run from the past Making noise to distract us from chaos inside. We are humble and small but our numbers are great And together, wed build a formidable force If we acted as one we could fashion our fate With a shared dream of future, change historys course We resist, yet we yearn for a purpose and plan Though we squabble and argue like dogs round a bone Theres a bloodlust afflicting the psyche of Man Which we cannot defeat if we battle alone. If we learn from mistakes we vow not to repeat Look forward for answers to come to our aid New order will rise from the ash at our feet And beauty emerge from the chaos weve made. Each turn of the wheel offers solace or doom Each life has the power and freedom of choice We can struggle for light or remain cast in gloom Stand silently by or discover our voice Solutions are clear if we open our eyes And all that we need is the spirit and will To believe were in reach of the ultimate prize And the knowledge that living is beautiful still. I sensed that the figures were starting to fade And their voices becoming the spray of the sea On my closed eyes the patterns of light and of shade Danced in flames and imprinted their message on me I rose to the surface in body and soul With the warmth and the joy singing strong in my heart Turned away from the waves with their limitless roll Moved towards that new future, an end and a start ... Copyright: S.Kerber
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 12:13:15 +0000
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