Back to my islands of stream
Where clear waters set me in a dream
My thought sits in the weather,
So lovely and refreshingly, fair.
In here are beds of oyster rocks,
And garden of beaded locks;
They’re made from clustered seaweeds:
A maiden’s crown upon her head.
I change into a mermaid’s form
And swim and frolic with the foam
White as milk and soft as floss;
I giggle in every toss.
These islands of stream my wish bestows.
My dream castles where I hide my blues.
With swaying waters freely, go by.
Around the moats, they stray and leave a sigh. .
Stream of peace,
I found a place.
Rest I seek,
That I beseech.
Copyright @lcd, October 5, 2007
FOT, The Entrance, NSW Australia