Authentic Liberty
[Saor-chead Ùghdarrail]
First I only saw a shadow dance on the wall,
where wall meets window I glance,
there a spectrum of colours dance too.
Light’s refracting flare moves with shade
as dawn’s breeze plays with Fairy Bamboo.
In ocean’s moody breeze I pause,
watch this burst of black on white
duetting 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 authentic Fairy Bamboo.
Delicate thoughts effuse my innerscape:
What mere shadows of truth still prance,
which spectrum of colours enchant,
delay my turning of eyes to embosom
full 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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