The Med and I

If I were a jeweler
I would fashion the Med
In lapis and aquamarine
Edged in white-veined river agate

If I were a painter
My palette would hold Ultramarine
Viridian hue yellow ochre
And a touch of sienna

But I am just a dreamer
Standing in her foaming festoons
Caught in the ebb and flow
In a liminal space where all
Is measured yet undefined

I dream of feeling warm and whole
The sun kissing my shoulders
The Med’s music lulling the ache
The wind breathing its peace into my soul
And a ghost holding my hand


About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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6 Responses to The Med and I

  1. Si tu etais …..
    Mais non, tu es un poete.
    Un poete fantastique.
    C’est tout.


  2. makagutu says:

    you paint with words what others do with paint brushes on acrylic
    beautiful poetry


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