He sees the greens, <br />The greys, the browns, <br />Of island life <br />transformed to black <br />Of gathering storm. <br />And through it all the gold <br />Of God, the faith <br />And love from which <br />New life was born. <br /> <br />Bright splashes then <br />Of summer days <br />Rock pools and seaweed <br />Crashing waves. <br />A swirl of panic <br />Soon allayed. <br />His mind drifts on <br />To other days. <br /> <br />Other beaches, <br />Other waves <br />Machair lands <br />With sacred graves... <br /> <br />He stops. <br /> <br />He knows it’s there, <br />His other life.<br /><br />Nomad Omnia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reverie-13/
