Beside the Stone Lion

Beside the stone lion at Egypt Point, above the golden stones

Beyond the shore of shifting light radiant deepest blue at its furthest edge

Serene like a cathedral of poetry, a magnum opus, a painting of song

Misting, indigo kisses light edges of a dreamscape of water

My eyes flash like sapphires watching the burning colours

Beside the stone lion at Egypt Point

Above the golden stones

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