For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of an island in a shimmering lake, surrounded by shadowy hills. The sun is breaking out from behind the clouds in rayed splendour.
Dancing on the edge of my tongue
Late-night sun, painting dark shadows
lacing white clouds in a world that is not mine
The moon hides her face, is she in mourning?
She holds the answer beneath the pale
incandescent carpet of liquid light
dividing the dark sacred land
Time echoes stories, legends of dragon’s lair
Treasures to be found, the brightest jewel
The best of these is the image you see
In the gold-laced mirror
Don’t hide your light
where sun and moon cannot shine
Let your feet dance
on shining lakes of liquid time…