Lights in rain, drops of fire, stars in sparkled rims of gold
Etched in copper-tinged and coloured webs of leaves;
Sobbing crystals turning red, sprays of firework diamond flowers
Falling sadly in the country beyond time.
Coloured memories of rainbows, misty trees and mushroom shade,
Fragrant sunsets in the everlapping blood;
Tearing lacy sheets of membrane, smell the colour out of space,
Build a memory in the country beyond time
SOUND OF ORANGES;
PURPLE IMAGES;
RED AND GOLD AND AUBURN EDGES IN THE SILVER TINGLE AIR
AND IN THE MOUNTAINS OF THE GLOOM
A CHEQUERED PATTERN IN THE SKY –
World of sound, voice of God, moving needles in the night,
Cliffs that echo in the booming in the eye;
Sail an ark to carry vision on and endless stream of sound,
Live forever in the country beyond time
Written for my mother who suffered detached retinas and became registered blind.
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