Freedom Sees - Part 2
"Freedom Sees - Part 2"
Platoon magic legion
Hammerheads
beautiful, graceful escorts
leading the way
hear their call, silently swishing
dorsal fins
cutting through the
fall-out murky pall,
they need no
blood and guts Burley,
their seas are pristine
watch their mute scene
unfurling, they are calling
to her
with all their might and glory
“Freedom, My Queen".
Pelicans carrying
gifts in their bills,
below them,
Giant Jumping
marine monsters
hold their swords high
victorious ascension
sharp silver unicorn drills
they see only Blue Skies
nothing spills
in their ocean.
Giant Manta Rays
never follow the herd,
Lone sentries always
guarding the girl
who’s still standing tall,
standing firm
adorned with her inheritance
the lustrous dignified knowing
Mother Crown of Pearls.
She laughs at the smiling clowns
of her oceans,
her heart is constantly beating time
such emotions.
All of a sudden, her eyes finally open,
She sees. She sees.
Beauty abounding all around her.
She gets down on her knees,
she touches God,
when she touches
her devotion.
Next to her face close to the water
the Ancient Goddess Deep Sea Turtle
carries sea-weed in her beak
sustenance for her eldest daughter,
navigating her solitary course to safe island,
safe waters,
where she will lay down to nest, lay her eggs
then protect her babies
from life's hazardous contest,
before they waddle back into the Ocean.
This will be Life's biggest test.
Glistening
Rainbow Paua
Mermaid Tails
flip the bird -
their Freedom Liberation
Call “Follow Me!”, they sing.
Their intoxicating Siren’s Song
Alluring tails slap the Ocean,
so very loud, what a commotion!
A revelation,
a wake-up call,
this is then heard -
"Follow Me! Follow Me!
LOVE! JOY! BE!
LOVE! JOY! BE!”
Great Southern Right
sings loud to her
Blue Baby Baleen
swimming free.
She’s always beside her
singing telephathic and
loud otherworldly symphony.
No Golden Compass daemon
in these their
Freedom Seas.
SHE sings loud and free
“My Beautiful Blue Baby Baleen -
You are my QUEEN.
You are my QUEEN.”
The White Horses of her seas
are stampeding
The Albatross flying high above her
always close, leading,
soaring higher, higher, and
ever higher sings to her
this his respect,
his Mariner's song -
for her memory.
"You are free my beautiful Queen! You are free!".
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
For GVLM
For K, M, VC, LJB
"Love Profusion"/Madonna
https://youtu.be/YUtvUFsPA6
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