(or “It’s Time” part 2). Boat bobs over the ocean Night has fallen and the sky is full of stars Full moon hangs low and golden While we lie on deck and contemplate the universe We’ve left the pain behind us Only wonder lies ahead One single, glorious adventure One journey of a lifetime That…
Sailing on mist-covered waters Drifting gently on unconscious tides Shards of life and mind flicker past All fluorescent colour and static noise Jigsaw pieces come together in bizarre pictures And splinter apart, and reform Stone scent of fresh water Mist leaves tang of reeds and algae on the tongue Creaking timber underneath, sails flap overhead…
We’re standing on the quay Where our boat is moored Brightly painted, trim and neat Provisions already stowed away below deck Let’s jump aboard, loose the mooring rope And point the prow towards the rising sun Let’s raise the sail to catch that following wind It’s time to go, friends Skimming over the waves under…
Sky meets horizon and reflects in the still water two suns, two sets of drifting cloud white to yellow, then red to purple and blue doubled, radiating above and below Let us enter the boat and drift across the sea surrounded by colour and light until we do not know whether we sail the water…
“Triangle” is a supernatural thriller, and follows Jess (Melissa George), a single mother of a disabled son, who accepts an invitation to go sailing with a friend and his other friends. After running into trouble at sea, they come across a huge steam ship and board it, only to find it (apparently) deserted. Characters are…
Sun bright in the sky shines down on water smooth as glass boats bob gently in the bay yachts shiny clean and ready to sail sitting on my verandah watching them go I wish I could go too jump on a boat and fly out to sea, to freedom under the sky the immensity of…
We push off from the bank rowing out into the current moon is full, and high shining on the water scattered clouds skitter across the sky and a chill wind blows making us shiver wrapping our coats around us Our boat catches the current and takes us, swift and sure past houses, under bridges until…
At sunset the small boat glides forward Parting the reeds smoothly No hurry to arrive A leisurely journey of peace The lake glows yellow-orange with the last light Water laps at the wood Splashes lightly on hands, on face Kissing healing into aching limbs Cleansing from pain, bringing forth health Trees line the shores, rustling…
Eclectic Assemblage 