A placid stream flows through my thought
As a cool round liquid drop
Falling, but never to a stop.
A blue radiance cool around my mind
Brings a vision of an island of some kind
I see it from afar as I hover oceans deep
Waters beneath me rushing by
Dark lines blur and then not –
Sometimes a glimpse I fleetingly see
I move toward that dark shape ahead
As clouds dark cast shadows over these oceans deep
Cool air flings against my body
I speed up ahead between the gray and the murk blue
Lanky palms emerge from what I see
Nearing the isle casting dusk they lean
They flow forth into forest opulence
And showers from above sharing moist with glee
An island soaked with waters, shadows,
Blue,
It’s free…
(2004-11-19)
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