Blue Bird

You are blue you blue bird
Flying over the sea
Your white belly ripples
From its azure sheen

Your wings are warm sunsets
Your fingers aflame
You sail from that giant fireball in the sky
Sitting on the horizon

You sail to me
Standing looking at you on the beach
With my feet in the sand just standing
On the beach looking at you

You are blue you blue bird
The waves ripple you as you swoop
Down before me and sail up again
There on that beach in the sunset

You have touched me with your white belly
A reflection of me multi-coloured on that beach
In the sunset that sinks slowly over the horizon
My eyes on you and you flying before me

In great circles of light
You are blue you blue bird
You bring to me the peace and majesty of the ocean
You bring to me the way you fly free


I Hear About These Ocean Planets

I hear about these ocean planets
Where water may be kilometres deep
Where don’t exist the coastlines of continents
No shoreline at all, no waves gently lapping on beaches.

No shirr and tumble on soft sand
No suck and tidal tug of broken shells
No constant fingering at the edges of estuary
Just the sphere of shimmering and surging and still sea.

I hear about the primordial forest
Where the air is unbroken by birdsong
No sudden liquid eruption or casual chirruping
Where the movement is only of beetles and dragonflies.

The flit and rustle and stir of wing
Humming and droning and murmuring
The swarm and coruscation of chitinous flight
But no cool cadence of evening song by a bird on a limb.

I hear of some meditations within
Attention drops below covering clouds
In the rare atmosphere the silent mind dwells
And extends all around until circumnavigation complete.

I hear from some forest far below
The walk and stirring of the Lord of life
When by a pool ripples up the one clear note
On resplendent wings I now fly to draw near the source.