It was a while back, a long time ago and it was like tears, and shores of languid light.
All along that lost beach of a lost island, of a lost continent, there cut clouds of white.
The place of the hidden music notes, musical detected from those who heard.
Over the waves, under the tides, out of the air and in the sea, was a name or word.
Dreams numbered as all the sands of the sea, a silver sea made of water and star.
That footsteps are gone behind me but never leave a world for a love of the sea afar.
Like smiles the waves slide onto the shore, but tears are sailing upon that sea.
I am here it seems forever, ever more watching a shift of lines, strands, and key.
And the bird's eye view of the board and reef, signal the visual of shallows to wade.
And the roar of distant swells climb from densely deeps stirred by a mythical mermaid.
Over the surface, under the misty cloud, and on the boat in the sea.
A drone of lament, secret doors, gathering and soaring magnificently.
Without the shine, the silver wrapped currents; the deepest feeling of defeat.
There comes out of nowhere, out of someplace else, a call you'll soon meet.
It is certain that any turn you encounter and follow, was already known.
The isolation in a torrent of doom, the silver runes, and a lamenting drone.
You may pass beyond dungeon wall, seek escape pass the rippling shoal.
A bruise upon your knee, the distant invite, rewarded with mercy to your soul.
For over the waves, among the fishes, out of stream, floating leaf in the sea.
It is as you find, surrounded by the silver sea, and its harbors await longingly.
TBC...
*Walking alone
Shifting of the years beneath my feet
Hearing a tone
And what exists in my world is another
tale of beasts and armor no one can defeat
That is only a call
Which all the echoes mock back to me
Sands are all silent dull
Washing upon these tears is but the sea
*This piece came from two original poetic verses from 1980
and since re-edited in 1993. The build-up for this 1998 work.
©Iggy 1998
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