Swaying, in the cooling breeze
Dancing across the face of the sun
As they look down upon glittering myriad fragments, the reflections.
Weaving throughout the expanse of the secluded bay
Eternally bobbing and pirouetting on the restless water
Close to me, as I sit with my coffee, a rooster crows, one of only
three sounds,
In this place of tranquillity, that I can hear,
The whispering palms a distant chorus,
In counterpoint to the soft waves, foaming on the pure sand
The South China Sea was warm, inviting, when this afternoon I sun
Crabs and jellyfish thoughtfully hastened from my path,
As I waded yonder, the saltiness enveloping my body
A fantasy of suspended animation, and a feeling of rapture
This night the abundant flora will be bathed in the creativity,
Of cloudy moonlight
In a place where the glow of electric illumination dies at ten
Transforming all, into a secret magical garden
The glorious disk, to become a focus of enchantment
The amorphous velvety blackness, remains aloof
Defined, only by stars, white-hot pinpoints
Burning through eternity, reaching down to a place
As yet, barely touched by man.
© 1997 Leigh Billett
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