Beside the sea of motionless realising,
Forming portals within dreaming lift,
Beckoning focus from dusty horizons,
Passion and insight electromagnetic form,
Swift mantras of time in its inversion,
Jutting from fatted mists occulted and torn,
Mountainous teeth no merciful diversion,
Golden lamps glimmer with all new footsteps,
Little eyes open within the bracken and hedge,
Dawn light reveals what night would forget,
Dainty ornate steps leading down from the ledge.
Rowan Blair Colver