Maybe I’ll stay on the isle for a while
Weeks, months or perhaps years
In this pristine place fears and tears
Subside with falling tides
The Pacific ebbs and flows
Eddies soften hearts and toes
Of those drawn to this blessed land.
Abuse of the past claimed the dammed
Called by frequency and sound
Pounding pledges to your crown
Maybe you’ll see blue dragons soaring
Slipstreams of light down pouring
Landscape. Mindscape.
Soundscape too
Liminal scraping of your brain
Enticing reclaimation of your domain
Inner and outer boundaries blur
Memories stir in all directions
Offering resurrection anew
A new You
Ponder the impossible !
In silent stillness
Serene
Stately
Sentinel
Sovereign
Is your witness
The Norfolk Pine
Sovereignity 