Treasure Island

Zoe Elsworth

(May 1989 / Sydney)

Dreamer's Gift


The image built beyond the sleeping heart
Knows not the rhythm sung beyond the hills
A dreamer reaches out to grasp the beauty
Knowing not the absence he there fulfills

The radiant moon peers upon the lone dreamer
Its love splayed across the land of darkness
Whispers travel amongst the dancing trees
Wispy winds over the dreamer’s skin caress

The breaking morning shines upon the land
Songs of nature travel amid the warming breeze
Summer echoes its joy across the mountains
This day, this land, this moment, to seize

Submitted: Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, December 07, 2011

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