SHOAL SHALLOWS

Pink Feldspar and holy granite tinged with suns millenium Islands capped with torn pines vaulted in their arm tossed grace the mirage slips beneath the stone like divers going home they become dreams blending with the distant visions sparks of hot magnesium licking thoughts of bright passion polite and sharpened in the grasses whispered with secret winds there are ghost meanderings and shipwreck witnesses watching the bay with vacancies in their waiting fingers of lightning are dancing like beams of nocturne query this shattered deep embrace sleep where current like eels turn I hunger for the evening burn of relevant consideration dressed in pale frocks and warm sunburn