The seas of change are reflecting the sun.

Wide, sparkling eyes

Glistening with frozen tears –

Glistening with that shimmer

Of something new springing from the old,

A light yet untouched by the years –

The unending passing from summer to winter,

Filled with dazzling stories, yet still untold.

 

Behold! Behold!

The lonely passer-by,

As he walks the winding streets

Of past into present-time,

Would swear he saw her cry

In that sacred place where memory meets

With future's endless summertime.

 

The trickling tears she weeps

Make streams of crystal on her cheek,

As they are drawn into the ground

And become the new day, borne

Of the bold and of the meek,

As lost submerges into found

And sunset entwines with dawn.

 

The passer-by hurries

And crosses to the other side,

Fearing the falling of the wall

Between yesterday and tomorrow –

Parting shore from the tide –

The difference between nothing and all –

And why hope cannot grow from sorrow.

 

It has ne'er been done, ne'er been done!

Freedom can't come of impossibility –

Surely reality doesn't grow from dreams?

How can she see the unseen?

How does a dream hold such virility –

Why is not all as it seems?

It seems where we are going is where we have been!

 

Confusion – truth or delusion?

The border has faded between what we know

And what we hope might be –

Imagination and sight are made one,

The stream of consistency has altered its flow –

Likening what we imagine and what we can see,

The seas of change are reflecting the sun.

 

What is reality?

The borders of our minds erased

We begin to accept the paths brambles cover

And see beyond the skies –

And thy people, open-mouthed, amazed

As the enemy becomes the lover

And true love never dies.

 

 

 

SJL: 14^th June, 2001

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