A slow motion cascade
of gold, and dawn
teases her way slowly
into the day.
The dunes are drenched
with warm shadow,
and displayed with endless variations
of sand, sun, and shadow.
In the silence of this jungle clearing,
an orchestra slowly grows.
Soft sounds of life,
unseen but felt
as a rhythm slow
and eternal.
The stars stretch to forever,
and the lanterns
on the dugout fishing canoes,
scale universal splendour
to this night.
And the waves that bob the lanterns
flow relentlessly south
to a distance Antarctica
ten thousand kilometres away.
I hear your breath in the night,
and feel the harmonic
being near you brings.
Then, just as smiling sleep
reclaims, we touch,
to travel, yet again,
our variations on a dream.
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