Once more in this place so old,
The ghosts awake to walk the streets of gold.
Somewhere between half awake and half asleep,
Here once more, I drift in my dreams,
Surreal….Unreal,
Where, everything is never, quite as it seems.
Arriving myself, an unseen ghost,
In the presence of a king,
Just as day breaks, on a sparkling thermal, flying fish rise,
Begin the dawn chorus, as they start to sing.
Now dark time is ended,
He leaves the gates to the city he tended,
This creature of the night….This spectre,
Picks up his magic wand and sceptre,
Talons on his fingers retract,
Features change, as his face,
Becoming less like that of a creature,
More human, kindly, full of grace.
A strawberry moon,
Sinks below the levitating lagoon,
Of glowing, silvery, flowing mist,
On it’s farewell, greeting the day,
And this magical land once more,
Is vibrant, alive, sun kissed.
He takes his seat,
Commands the flowing water,
Once more to turn to sand beneath his feet,
Starts to weave beautiful magic anew,
Strange and wonderful tasks for his subjects to do,
Dust to water, water….To golden dust,
For the next thousand years it will be thus,
As another dream day begins,
In the land of the submarine sea,
Under the silvery lagoon,
Nestling between the twin peaks,
S’han’piet, somewhere between daylight and twilight,
The rising sun, and, the setting moon……