Written in Raja Ampat, Indonesia
For more photos of this area, please see my Facebook Album: Indahnesia
With current rivers fluttering the mirror sea
inpouring on the tidal surge till
lapping in surrender to the white and tender sands,
I climb up on a twisted tree
to call you, distant man, and sit awhile
amid a grey green crown of graceful strands.
And grateful for this place- so less entangled
than our town- and gentled by the empathy
of waves, wish you were here.
Not for my sake. But for you, I wish
this vision of a vast and silver blue
where sky and water never parted
where light refracts to motion
where each day ends more glorious than it started.
Tonight, above the spangled hills of Ambon,
nestled in an old man’s song of telling truth in love
there came a line, just one, in my own tongue.
I recognised it instantly, and felt a flooding
sympathy of rhythm in my blood
sting of salt tears on a tiny tide.
Oh, if there comes a time, my friend,
your resilient enduring trunk is crowned again
with green and graceful tendrils of desire,
and if you want to climb the stairs
to call someone to meet you there;
in that sweet resting place where elements combine and free
Let it be me.
Everly Brothers reunion version of Let it Be Me, sweet as the music of Ambon …