
No one knew where he came from
Or why he looked a little odd,
Or what village was his home,
The one who was blue
And swam with fish
And had a gentle presence
And glimmering sea-green eyes.
They had a walk and a long talk
And after a while
A memory flickered of the friend
Known from long ago
By the rolling sea
Under the falling snow
Drifting down from the hills afar
Near an ancient star
In the lore
Of a distant folk
Who spoke
A fluid tongue that ran
On and on like the ringing rivers of time
A flickering smile
On another world
Sometime before
A gentle presence
The one who was from another place
By the sea
Of reflections
Of silver beings
Of a world
Pearled,
Furled in winds,
Curled in mist,
White-frothed,
Home of spike-nosed marlin
Long ago when the sea gulls cry
No one knows when or why.
He walked out of the wandering sea
In the light of the moon
Where he used to walk,
In a castled sea,
Shimmering blue and purple,
Within the magical light of the moon
The remembering moon,
The sea with veins of light
In the liquid granite stone,
Within the magical, numinous light
Of the mystery moon,
Darkening before
The lotus-flowered light of the dawn opens
Gone now,
Where or when
No one can tell,
Returned to the world that was before
And evermore
And always again.
The one who was wise
And came from another world
Sometime before,
Sometime long ago
In the deepening land of snow,
By the echoing cave
And the wandering sound of the waves
And the lilting, peaceful song
Of the silver light of the sea.
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© Copyright, Sharon St Joan, 2022
Thank you, Cindy.
How beautiful Sharon!