Feather-weight winds summon sailors' dreams of far-off lands and bright shining shores in broad sun-scape scenes radiant skies.... blazing canopies of star-studded haze- lilting waves that rise like dolphins' play and fall like sounded horns fading out to nothingness abyss.
Dark sweeping clouds driving rain.... and breakers climbing- crashing over rocks in salt spray and fast moving fog descending, swirling in silent motion- drifting spiral ways shielding horizon beyond distant view.
Sailors' dreams fade and change direction in still awakening- claiming sea and wild exploration as second home. Terrestrial ground rolling hills and green fields.... a place to rest.... await the final call to freedom's temple hall.
Last Edit: Oct 13, 2023 19:58:58 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers
That is a problem for some people but there's something very poetic about the elements to me. I picked up a lot of that when we were living in the Shetland Islands.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers
That is a problem for some people but there's something very poetic about the elements to me. I picked up a lot of that when we were living in the Shetland Islands.
You portrayed that very eloquently! Always π your work!