From Songs of the Islands (2005)
We journey on the frozen waves
of roughly hardened, cooled off stone
to find the place where flowing rock, consumed,
at once becomes the living ocean.
Daring walk across the black,
beneath the glowing points of light,
we long for distant orange fires,
and work our will to move toward
the line where sea and sky and all that heat of molten earth
Are one.
Composed July 18, 2005 by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Included in Feezell’s poetry collection Songs of the Islands (2005)
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024
Image: Volcano at Sunset (IMG_0364)
poetry, Songs of the Islands (2005)
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