In this vision though time,
My journey to the past begins,
Beneath the surface of ourselves, my soul rises.
Inside the dream my spirit whispers longing for the past,
In the dream though time the waves cry,
Amongst the shadows of desire.
Sailing on a clipper ship,
Fishing on my trip,
In the midday heat of a tropical sun.
The daily death and birth of the tropical sun.
The sleepy afternoon sun sinks into the Western waves,
The skies on fire with a setting sun,
Blackness of night has come.
Candlelight casts shadows over an ocean of mystery.
Seeing a glow in the sky before sunrise,
A yellow sun skimmed the blue horizon,
The strong morning sun shines on my face.
Sharks endure!
Gulls wave!
Winds blow!
Where is the old reef?
Courage is a warm shore!
Why does the captain wave?
Oh! Island girls wave!
In this dream though time.
© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
In this vision though time,
My journey to the past begins,
Beneath the surface of ourselves, my soul rises.
Inside the dream my spirit whispers longing for the past,
In the dream though time the waves cry,
Amongst the shadows of desire.
Sailing on a clipper ship,
Fishing on my trip,
In the midday heat of a tropical sun.
The daily death and birth of the tropical sun.
The sleepy afternoon sun sinks into the Western waves,
The skies on fire with a setting sun,
Blackness of night has come.
Candlelight casts shadows over an ocean of mystery.
Seeing a glow in the sky before sunrise,
A yellow sun skimmed the blue horizon,
The strong morning sun shines on my face.
Sharks endure!
Gulls wave!
Winds blow!
Where is the old reef?
Courage is a warm shore!
Why does the captain wave?
Oh! Island girls wave!
In this dream though time.
© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
