The silver highway of the sea

Beckons in my dream to me


Calling me to a place afar

At the dawn ‘neath dimming star


To see the rising orb of sun

Through mists of morn nightly spun


Which as they fade and disappear

Reveal hill and temple beyond Tangier


Where warm breezes gently flow

Carrying bird song sweet and low


Across the glaze of gleaming water

Undisturbed by wave or patter


In that moment time stands still

Nothing subject to her will


Heaven on Earth displayed to me

Voyaging the highway of the sea


Monty Alexander 26.5.03



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