A Birdseye View
In the ecstasy of flight my mind soars free, unfettered,
In dreams I fly high above in the glittering ,gleaming light of a thousand stars.
flitting and darting, diving and turning somersaults ,high above the frigid waters below.
Looking down , I see two masted schooners, roll like careful drunks, staggering home,
after an evening at the local watering hole.
I sail ever onward, following the drung of the glittering moon, capering across the beckoning endless meadows of the bottle green Atlantic, dotted with melting icebergs
in the frigid waters below.
Like humongous relics of a long forgotten time , they cry their silent tears, as they sit like naked spinsters , blue veined, with grey green jewels inlaid and suspended between their frozen age tipped breasts.
Ever homeward I fly, over this eternal ocean, where captive spirits of the lost
wail like Irish banshees, mourning their last lives.
I play, wheeling and streaking ,ravenous with unknown hungers, with the strong winged seabirds in their never ending quest for food.
I long to reach my island, that rocky outcrop, jutting stone finger of isolation, rising from the angry seas, like Venus from her bath, where white capped ballycatters kiss her jagged shores. There I will rest.
Home, how sweet it seems , home, where family waits with oil filled lamps agleam against the dark, rocking silently at prayer, in those long silent parlors, left sad by my leaving .
Looking down from high above, I remember this life so well, back when love was the order of the day and my world was filled with all the things I love
Drung ...narrow pathways
Ballcatters. Icy spray meeting the shore
Scrabbled word Remember
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)
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