The World

In Moon-wind
I blow out all my promises.
In turquoise seas
I flood my dreams.
As schools of horse-whales
Flock the valley
A gene creation
Wakes the dead.
I take an anemone
Blood-red and ferny green,
I place it in my wish-parcel,
And send it through the years
To another ice-age in meltdown.
The earth greens again,
Beauty and wildflowers
Seed the bare ground,
And in ultramarine pools
Of clear translucence
I see an image of the new world.
A universe of stars
Crowns the heavens,
And in the firmament
Pink rose-buds burst the molten rock.
And now in life's rich maelstrom
A pattern seems to emerge,
A tapestry of nemetia and marigold
Is but a tiny part of a Giant's fantasy.
The world, a vision of loveliness,
Suspended from a flowering tree
Is waiting to be picked.