Blue White Green and Grey
Tips of Waves
Blue white green and grey,
The floating parachutes,
And my thoughts that be what may,
Treetops to the roots.
The silver glow on the sand,
The hiss and tips of waves,
The golden sun rising and,
The undiscovered caves.
There beneath the water,
In a different world,
The moment that I caught her,
How our senses whirled.
Colours of the rainbow,
Washed and running down,
On my mind are enshrined,
I hardly hear a sound.
Drifting past the thoughts that last,
Shape themselves in rhyme,
Plucked from the air they move so fast,
And warble one more time.
The edge of inspiration,
The bush the sea and sky,
Unfettered intuition,
Thoughts that make me sigh.
In the night the pure delight,
Of the Milky Way,
Millions of stars peep into sight,
Herald the end of day.
I walk and talk and meditate,
And hear the words you say,
Coloured in by pure fate,
Blue white green and grey.
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David Rudder
29th January 2020
Thanks for reading.
