A roar from the engine
The ocean beneath
White crests, blue ripples pushing the shore
Propelled into a mist of nothingness
Emerging into a land of softness
Mountains of sculptured fluff
Valleys of undulating forms
Sun-kissed edges create shadows
Shadows becoming elongated shapes
Below the thinning mountains, squares of green
Soft mountains hanging low in the sky
It’s a kind of magic, the music tells us
Horizons becoming blurred
The day slowly extends
An orange sun low in the sky
One heart one soul
You make me live
A feeling of freedom
Soaring, defying the laws of gravity
Kathryn Kaye Spence
Sydney to Perth
5th April 2014