Authentic Liberty
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 autumn’s moody breeze I pause,
watch this burst black on white
in duet with reflective colour.
As if each touch: Tip graces tip,
foot brushes foot. Yet never do.
Swaying, poised in symetrical ellipse
one curves right, the other left.
Curiosity makes me turn 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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