we are living on an island
beyond the confines of this world
lush and green and peaceful
where the streams flow ceaselessly
translucent wavelets turning sunlight
into jade, copper, aquamarine
spilling into pools
of quiet reverie at day
and elvish giggles during night
the moon, born from the sea
silently watches over crest and vale
over the peace of dreams and creatures
filling our days with harmony
vespertine breezes waft in sighs
and rains fall only softly
into the whispers of the sea
in gleaming rhythm on our sunset beach.
2 comments:
this reminded me of a night dream i had some years ago. there was an island similar to what you describe and it was full of beautiful sounds. when i touched flowers, they produced a tinkling reminding of bells or chimes, and the way forest swayed made me think of a choir. maybe because healing and that soft safe feeling resulting from it is often associated in my soul with living in a monastery. thank you for the beauty always.
A monastery is an island in the sea of the ordinary world I think. May you hear chimes and a choir whenever you need it : )
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