Authentic Liberty
[Saor-chead Ùghdarrail]
At the helm I glimpsed a shadow dance,
where wood meets glass I glance,
there too colour’s spectrum sways.
As dawn’s breeze feathers the weathered spar
light’s refracting flare mirrors the shade.
As ocean’s spray bathes my eyes
I watch this burst of black on white
duet with reflection’s gleam:
Tip graces tip, foot brushes foot -
as if each touch, yet never do.
Swaying, poised in symmetrical ellipse
one curves right, the other left.
Curiosity turns my head to seek
neither shadow nor reflection
but the weathered spar’s true condition.
Waves of thought breach my calm,
dissonance consumes my inner-sea:
Do I dance with shadows, deflect my sight,
delay my eyes embossoming
true joy - authentic liberty in Crìost?
Scot’s Gaelic Pronunciation - click on the underlined words
Crìost: Christ
© Craig A Roberts, 2025.
From: Ocean Melodies
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