Sometimes I do recall,
Places where I've been,
Other times, unknown spheres
Become my discipline.

If I am very tired,
I can close my eyes and see
The last dollop of the sun,
Disappearing in the sea.

I see rosy-red reflections
Upon a buttermilk sky,
And purple-shadowed waters
Ever moving with the tide.

I watch the colors subtly change,
When the light is nearly done,
Just tinted edges do remain,
All but abandoned by the sun.

Next, I lose the separation
Between the ocean and the sky,
My horizon is erased,
The day has died; the night's alive.

Sparkling diamonds are revealed,
One by one, their facets gleam,
It's as if there are so many,
All heaven's bursting at its seams.

Then in a corner of the sky,
A tiny moon comes into view,
And from its star-embedded pillow,
It casts off a golden hue.

Then I see white ocean foam,
I taste the whipped-creamed waves,
Tantalizing, in they come,
Taunting, then they run away.

Soothing, rhythmic, flowing waters,
Ocean sounds within my ear,
I hear sweetly singing sirens,
My awareness very clear.

Oh such visions I've been given,
I never need to pack and leave,
Total freedom - without limits,
I close my eyes and I perceive.

Around the world, around the heavens,
As often as I wish, I go,
I choose my time, my destination,
Will I return? That's mine to know.

~Virginia(Ginny)Ellis~
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