Imagine

Imagine the clouds gathering above start to swirl with hypnotic movement heavy rains begin to fall the scent of the sea permeates, you inhale brisk salty air and the angry waves divulge their impious white tip curls. Imagine floating in the darkness of time and your imagination speaks enchanting words came back; come back to the lure of the ancient seas into a prism of darkness, whispering its tapestry of rhyme. Imagine drifting back in time, to the time before when spirits walked, when the earth was new back in time to the time when the red moon rose and the Gods walked along its dim and distant shores. Imagine far across the sea, the black walls of Hell stretching forth to the sky where both sky and sea darken into blackness, and the black clouds pause then stir again as the angry sea heaves and swells. Imagine the blood moon peering in the horizon beckoning the mystics of the sea, chanting come to me; come to me, come to me, then the serpents of the sea, they begin risin’. Imagine a mist emerging from the distant shore spreading death along its lethal silent path pausing briefly then heaves aside the shadows with more of sovereignty than ancient lore Imagine somewhere in that scene faces without names filled with wisdom and skilled in prophecy, beneath a vast space, of which is a tempest with rolling billows, and tongues of electric flames. Imagine floating above the angry waves Whispering the words of the oracle come to me, come to me, ever and anon to the depth beneath, to the sailor’s watery graves. Imagine now the calming seas; Blue skies, white clouds, and The solemn twilight of a new day; Imagine the timber of this gentle breeze.