Thatch roof village nestled along a harbor blue
It is early morning and I sit atop a not so
Distant hill looking down, waiting
For the suns to crest the eastern mountains
No movement below. There never is as I
Meditate here at dawn each day and
Feel grateful that I have those
Who sleep serenely below me there and dream
I feel the warmth on my naked back now
As the first of the sister stars appears
And my shadow creeps down the hill
To touch the great ocean’s hem in love
I breathe in deeply and feel my skin dissolve
Exhaling I am a gull in effortless flight
Who sees fish swimming beneath the surface
Of gently rolling briny waves of cerulean
I breath again and slice the clouds which
Make pilgrimage toward the distant
Deserts bringing rain and life and tales
Of exotic islands lost merrily at sea
I stumble back to my place of thought
My memory has wandered far this day
A familiar sound of lover’s heart
Has brought me visions of distant lands
There in the square a stirring, a movement
My eyes behold an apparition fair
And she calls me, with a song so sweet
My heart, my soul, my hope my love
