Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay
Change a world before my eyes.
Change the color of the stars.
Stare off into the sun
and rhyme a lullaby.
The cold ice drops off every word.
A cool ridge climbs your mountain walls.
Xanadu sits neatly in the frozen caves–
a feast for eyes to see.
Still the river,
still the sea,
climb the mountain by the light….
of night.
Christabel’s children, are you listening?
Are you silent
laying under the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree.
Stand alone facing toward the sun.
Hope the night is forgiving.
A Mariner is listening to a salty sea.