Sea of Dream

Written back in 1988

We will wear a dress made of grass and wild flowers

As we walk along the sea

And behind us our foot tracks become sand

 

We will travel in a cloud boat

The trees below are storm bent

As they flee from the island sucking sea

 

Blue skin of the sky whispers

And sheep graze in meadows close to the horizon

Behind which they will wander into the sea

 

When the night comes as a beautiful black bird

Spreading her wings over the fields

A deer steps out of the thicket with quiet….