White lines
Flow across dotted islands
Light dust in the fog of snow
Fair ships of daydreams hour
Holds the ghost at dawn
To gaze and hold a bright beaming isle
Great heart where machinery lays
In damp and dark mist
Of fair boats tied in white
Highlands of peaceful bliss
Throws the mountains tall
As they drop their kind faces
Over fine shadow
And dust in a golden world
Shows its bright heart
And pulls its picture
Into the deepest image
Of unimaginable love
Soft swinging sails
Built like the peaks of night
Of the towers and all the towns
The fairest ones
Was like the creams
Of flowing clouds
And dawn breaking its sights
Above the boats at sea
And the green pale
Reflection of brightest
Stammering of waves
Above healing heights
And drifting mountains
And deep dark ways of the hours
Wavering like a sunlight’s ballet
Strange tall figure
Drap your kind eyes
Like a mountain above our hills
Deep hearts
And minds held
In purple perplexity
Bringing iron
And ringing might
In an engine’s red lights
Across the frozen nights
Of 5th avenue
In the fog of New York's dream
It is like love
Flowing on Coney Island’s
Glowing sparks
And gray bright red clouds
Dust and leaves
Green dust and deep maroon
Cover of a million miles
In the deep mist of the night
Fair hills
Spark of all the consequential
And indefinite
Of images like a May haze
Beneath the bridge
And the wandering maze
Sweet high-lines
And deep diving
Green water ways
Milk is all in a bay
As in a pilgrim’s sway
What I describe
Is the birth of new stars in the light
Like hope
Like a swaying wind
It touches our skin like hearts
And bringing some new dream
With its kind swirls
Upon a dancing whirlwind
And pegs of justice
In strengths great might
By the shoreline
In the sandy bay
Like a park
With deep gray
As a blanket
To bring forth
A kindest wave
Of knowing what life could be
In an ever growing field
As of wonder in wonder’s might
To seek an ever great delight
By the bay of ice clear light
To sleep in a ship’s bed
With peace as its pure wind
And a good heart as a sure sail
To guide and ever gather
Until the posts gather a high speaking hour
And hold bright beauty in its infinity
To float on the minds
Highest hour of thought
A dreams deep dipping wind
And a characters
Greatest fair place for
A dawning new heart
Draped in its highest
With perfect pictures
Mountains and rolling math
Colliding with a desert cloud
And diving to the jungle wild winds
To find peace in that
That fair night and shade of love
Wherein everything
Knows of its completion
Of full thoughts built in its dust
For dust
Is where life lives on the red tree's bark
Of a swimming highland wave
By the mountains and the rolling of math
To the trees with fair pulse
Of grass in a red mirror
Simple
Like a shade of true white
And a hand
In its prayer
I will hope you can imagine
("Hope" - By Eric Bleys)