Shadows race over this canopy of light
As sandy loams shift to the rhythm of naked waves.
Like pumas-stone lanterns, the skeletons of creation litter the depths.
Mistakes, muses.
The first inventions of imagination lie disguarded,
A calciferous maze for the fragile fry of life.
Graceful georamas adorn this dawn of design;
These oceans of Eden.
Paul Murdoch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oceans-of-eden/
