Blue LagoonA Poem by James Crouch
A blue lagoon, past the trees
Where travellers come to wash their feet To bathe and bask in the setting sun To lie and laugh until the day is done The great fires that burn, against the tide Where creatures dance into the night It’s all aflame in the violet sky Where the winds blow and the angels fly Foreign stars, break apart That stain the earth with collapsed hearts That rise the soil and birth the wind Sending rivers forth into oceans again The sirens call, into the storm That let the ships sail on and on A captain’s heart speared at sea For the blue lagoon is where he is meant to be © 2019 James Crouch |
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Added on February 6, 2019 Last Updated on February 6, 2019 Author
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