Boat Ride
Lead by unseen hand through watery forest,
Drifting silently among sunken glades
Where sun warmed breezes kiss rippled waters,
'Tween quiet banks the living river runs.
Dipping ducks feed and swim in sibling groups
Where passing willows cast their shifting shade.
Fish glide, careless, through their watery world.
The boaters, not heeding, go their way;
Not seeing the aquatic world beneath.
Nor knowing the river's old rhythmic song,
Only the sound of their own strident voices
And sight of their preconfigured time.
Barry Stebbings
21/05/2016
Let loose her frozen fireworks that burst with setting sun!
Let roar her spatial orchestra, for night has just begun!
Stare deep into her multitude of cosmic candle-lights!
Come forth and bask in radiance from distant fire-kites!
The stagnant stars are ornaments
and the moon a chandelier.
With gown comprised of violet ice,
she parades through twilight clear.
Let fall her blazing pixie pods that flash with vibrancy!
Let turn her clouds of diamond dust for all the world to see!
Cast out thy pain and all thy woe into her tranquil being!
Fly free, for dreams cannot resist a pattern so serene!
Below, the sea admires her,
mimicking through liquid glass.
At night, its sky complexion warps
to a guise that cannot last.
Let flow her twisting tapestries that paint with heaven-hues!
Let shine her preconfigured pearls, for stars emerge on cue!
Hold dear the ocean that she weaves from blue nocturnal streams!
Reach out and grab her sparkling hand, a slew of azure beams!
So grand is her emphatic gaze;
evermore that cast shall be.
So beautiful the frozen stars...
Oh let loose, let loose her majesty!
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