I cannot be born
on solid ground,
only where
everything flows.
To enter my dawn
you must be unbound
from how the fixed
world goes.
Leave behind
your maps and losses,
let dreams be all your law.
Trust the wind
when the ocean
tosses,
burn your boats on
the farther shore.
Make new songs
and your floating
island
will be rooted
beneath the waves.
Drink my sun
and you dance on the
high land
your heart,
remembering, craves.
Island of Delos by Carl Anton Joseph Rottmann (1847). According to legend, Delos was a floating island until Apollo and his twin sister Artemis were born there.
1 comment:
This poem says it wonderfully. I especially like these lines in the first verse:
To enter my dawn
you must be unbound
from how the fixed world goes.
Because it is poetic it says its message with power and emotion.
Thank you, Robert, for post with such depth and strength.
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