A blink of the eye and I am moved.
Moved to a time and place before.
Standing on a sandy hillside, a watcher.
Behind a blackened sky I see three criminals.
Sentenced by that time to its justice.
A justice enforced by man.
But this is special, time has no parameters.
People call this life freedom.
Free to do what they want,
when they want.
A freedom of dead ends.
Of wrong turns.
Take a shopping precinct in any town and you will see them.
Bustling to do the shopping they rush around.
But in their eyes I see a different scene.
Bars behind the eyes and a spirit trying to get out.
I was on the quay that day.
That day when the ship came in.
Ghosting over the calm sea it arrived.
A true ghost ship for no sound did it make.
No sails flapping.
No shouted orders to the crew.
A beautiful city stands in a silent lake.
A sunrise sends its golden rays into the streets.
Across parapets people walk.
Walk through unguarded gates.
Gates that lead into a city of immense wealth.
A wealth not in physical means,
but a wealth of love and care.
A place where people are not missed
and many mysteries revealed.