Amid matrix of constellations old as time
and sliver of new moon
cosmic debris dies; a second’s incandescence
at vision’s extreme boundaries.
or are my eyes deceiving me?
In the indistinct drizzle greyness
distant islands appear and disappear;
and fretting ocean weeps
as she plays hide and seek.
or are my eyes deceiving me?
Turning from sunset’s bright display,
as if in psychedelic dream
on gathering clouds of rose
a double rainbow glows.
and this I see!
Time and tide and moon combine
along the strand where sea and sand
daily rework their intimate relationship
in pas-de-deux of gold and blue.
and this I see!
Lord of sky and sea,
Of all the sights I see,
Of all that ever was,
All that is yet to be;
Come, dance with me.
Diane Coleman 2008
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