Sailing down the settling ocean of time,
eccentric stars signaling as I pass
to unexplored deepening mind
blue water sifting through the hourglass.
I swirl round to the primal seas below
terra-cotta ship, blue-green islands sloped ridge,
here the beginning drums of time are slowed
and I connect imaginations bridge.
Crescent moon hanging on my red flags mast,
sails of ever widening wind gusts muse
immortal visions, my future storms past
dawns new dimensions of endless pure view.
Hour grains climb, I reverse thinking,
inverting liquid sand, restarting flow,
narrow channel filling, falling, drinking
star patterns blinking paint unwritten soul.
Crescent moon hanging on my red flags mast, sails of ever widening wind gusts muse immortal visions, my future storms past dawns new dimensions of endless pure view. very POWERFULLLL! ! !
Objects of nature are painted with the help of the elements of Grammar, & right words are rightly used for the jaunty & witty unwritten soul...Love & Portrait poems are a welcome contribution of the captain for the readers...
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Am i wrong if i said, the new Unwritten Soul sound a bit different that the old version but i love it still...Thank you captain, you always honored me as a crew member even i am nothing just a mist in the sea, thanks for give me a glance of great company, it is okay if people or other pirates gonna attack me because i am your fellow, i ready to die with a great friend, with all cost...keep flag our friendship in your ship or in our land_Unwritten Soul