THE PATCHWORK LULLABY OF THE HERON: A DREAM TO SERENADE SILKEN SERENITY

This is a poem that my friends Josh, Jakey and I wrote verse for verse then stitched together in a attempt create a poetic patchwork.

My ears were born, once, to the salt sounds of girls playing by the sea;

With seething fraud, twice eyes lured, yet sight shan't suffice;

In the waves sways seaweed, molding, twisting, vibrantly lucid;

And in that I could curl for a life, into the bones and bricks of their doves, their sweat and brows;

Swim close, row near! We preach to you no fear, my dear. It is clear that our ears were made to hear;

Aquatic symmetry, creations final frontier;

I could be the fount of life, pouring out onto these creeks and rivers, and the belly of the earth;

Our mouths to sing, our eyes to see, so what in ones mind deters one from thee, we plea baby, be free maybe;

Mystery, the unknown, allowing perception to form;

Now waves to my toes, they cradle, they enjoy me. I look back to the sea, I breathe, open wide. She has come;

We stranded bleed, sweet and savoury;

Is belief not more than mere hallucinations, spawned from the notion of normality?