Dream Time Poetry

My voice trails wide in open sky

high above the magic isles

and I watch the fading echo

disappear beyond my sight. 

Coloured is your smile

sliding into bold outlines

and in my heart the taste

lingers to tempt my soul.

And I’m going, going, soon

to speak my loving song

where rainbows whisper, oh, so low

and butterflies stir up a breeze. 

  
Upon this shore a blind man sees,

the deaf hear clearly silent pleas,

and hands touch, stroke, embrace a mind

with reverence to its awesome power.

         
But I walk on clouds in heaven’s blue

and fly on land for only you

because, because, oh, just because …