The roaring of the ocean fills my world with sound.
It is a tempest of sonics.
I stand close to the sea,
Cold Granite, solid beneath my feet.
Cliffs of obsidian grace tower before me, and I smile.
If hell could freeze then this would be it.
I touch the polished surface of the stone,
It feels electric, alive.
It pulses to my very heartbeat.
I have become a part of the whole.
I feel the soul of this dark ocean world,
It twists and contorts,
It would tear itself apart if it could.
Fear? Never! I should be scared, but I aren’t.
I know it a dream,
A dream I’ve never wanted so much.
Lightening cracks overhead, a split in the atmosphere.
I turn back to the dark liquidity,
The surf holds a secret and I want it.
Sea spray peppers my face. I lick my lips,
Taste the dream and in it my life.
Like water on the wind I thrash against the rock,
A demon bound; a man; a son; a soul.
I’m not going back.
This is my own nightmare.
And I’m living it.
To see the sun setting in a western sky
Bronze and gold forming an ore of resplendent blush
And marvelling at the majesty of nature
Is not to wish the day farewell and the darkness hello
But to wish the oncoming dawn a cheery welcome
And be pleased that God has chosen you
To witness at least one more miracle
I followed the stream until once strong waters
Became languid like a slowing heartbeat
Until with a creak of ice it was gone
Undeterred, I followed that frosted vein for two weeks more
Long past the point of visual certainty
Where no sentient being had trodden before
I followed a pulse, a dream, a destiny
Ocular fluid began to freeze
My eyes seeing in multifaceted splendour
I did not care for I had purpose
As beyond the next berg could lie redemption
And it did
There rising high out of the snowdrifts
An Atlantis of stark, polar beauty
To look upon its gleaming perfection
Its many towers glasslike, delicate, extraordinary
Melted both the coating on my eyes
And the film of self doubt across my heart
It was far more than a fairytale, a fable
Far more than dream or myth
It was Crystallica
Artwork courtesy of © 2013 by J.C.S. All rights reserved. Words Richard Ankers
As the moonlight plays across her face,
Time pauses for me.
So pale; so delicate; so true.
I would have it no other way,
For in a dream there is no other way.
Is this a dream?
If so, such purity was not meant for me.
To see an angel fallen, dropped to the ground,
A profile of grace backlit by starlight.
I am undeserving, but forever grateful.
I hear the wings on her back unfurl, stretch, shake.
My breath catches at my lips
For I know her to leave.
But I cannot look from her divine beauty.
It would kill me to do so.
Instead, she turns her eyes upon me: I melt.
And she smiles.
I will never have a moment like this again.
A perfect dream.
A nod to me, and she lifts into the night.
My heart goes with her.
I watch until she is gone, risen into heaven.
How can I explain my emotions?
What word can tell how I feel?
I chanced upon a moonlit tree,
With silvered branches, leafless, free.
Mighty did its trunk arise
Up into heavens celestial skies.
And gaze was drawn up to its crown,
Where something shone, looking down.
And haloed by the Luna light
A royal bower, diamond bright.
Upon it sat a gleaming bird,
To who’s regal glare I deferred.
For not a Roc or Phoenix shone,
But a little Robin afraid of none.
His breast afire e’en in the night,
Twas he chose me to put things right.
So with a nod towards my King.
I now tell this to everything.
Ne’er judge a person by his size.
Instead, trust only in avian eyes.
For truth and honesty is all they know
And I don’t mind being down below.