Golden Surf

golden surf by Bridget CameronGolden surf, of liquid gold and bronze,

Quieten me to the lull of your changing songs.

White crests and rainbow liquid silk,

washes and renews by body’s milk..

Lie me down on your golden sands,

and let my body and soul rest in your gentle hands.

© 2015 Bridget Cameron

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Earth Horizon

This is a new painting I did to go with my poem,

At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land.

Earth Horizon

 At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land,
rippling liquid rainbows upon the sand,
I lie back on the dunes and look up at the moon,
moving from horizon to its zenith all too soon.
I hear the hush of the sea, its murmurs and swells,
and hear its rumbling, moving waves crashing like bells.
I feel the earth pulsing beneath me,
I feel the sea moving within me,
As I watch the stars above twinkle,
in a space-time distorted wrinkle,
Upon our Galactic home, Earth,
She is our hearth!

© 2014 Bridget Cameron

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AT NIGHT, WHEN THE SEA CRADLES THE WOMB OF THE LAND

night set sea by Bridget Cameron

At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land,
rippling liquid rainbows upon the sand,
I lie back on the dunes and look up at the moon,
moving from horizon to its zenith all too soon.
I hear the hush of the sea, its murmurs and swells,
and hear its rumbling, moving waves crashing like bells.
I feel the earth pulsing beneath me,
I feel the sea moving within me,
As I watch the stars above twinkle,
in a space-time distorted wrinkle,
Upon our Galactic home, Earth,
She is our hearth!

© 2014 Bridget Cameron

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SEA DANCE

SEA DANCE