Flaxen dreams

The soft breeze curls and twists
Teasing the pale gulls as they circle
Blue mirrors blue
In ever changing patterns
Chasing its twin reflection
As flotsam clouds float by
A flotilla of sails gliding
Drifting in rhythm
Like butterflies of change
Sweeping and cresting
Bareback to the shore
To promises and honey
It rolls and breaks
A thousand times and
A thousand times more
In elegance and joyful dance
Before the sun’s twin crescent rises
And ink and silver steals the gold.

Copyright RMC Dec 2017

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