In a verdant and saffron atmosphere
I found myself awash
In inky sludge
And black volcanic sand
Lost in oranges and turquoise
Expanded and made hideous
Beautiful for my humanity
Islands rising from the sea bottom
Into glorious sunshine
My feet upon their virgin shores
Bathed in soft cloth
Warm and cleansing upon my skin
The stars shown in silent glory
Awash in the milk of the sky
And the imaginations below
