There were a dozen or so flowers
On a tall rocky island off the shore
There were also tales of their powers
And ageless beauty in old folklore
They were high above the sea
Forever to be
In fog's melancholy mist veiled
And I say truly to thee
Of all men to see
None have their beauty beheld
Now peer through the clear eyes of a babe if you can
For the child is the father of the man
A world bathed in light and splashed in certainties we invent
And stare at foresaken miracles in innocent wonderment
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1997-1998
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