as the evening goes blue around the edges
a milk tide curls up through the dark Australian waters
whether it is mist or some albino algae who knows
but it looks for all the world like someone poured milk into the sea
Writing on the liquid mirror
Written in the sky
Written in the stars
Written on the wind
Pearl drops of lucid liquid
A mirror until the end of days
Days end and comes a liquid mirror
Sinks into the dusk
Resplendent the in the red glare of a setting sun
Veiled paradise of floating islands
Cloud sculpture floating in lucid pools
Smooth woolly warmth
Feathered serpent seeks the sun
Plumed serpent in the sky.