As a youth
I walked on floating islands,
Far away
In distant time and space.
A beautiful place,
Where trees of bonsai form
Were the norm
And skies were of
Scarlet hue,
Never of blue.
Jagged rocks
And pathways of wonder
I would roam,
Alternative world's
Stood in a alternative universe
I was never alone.
I drifted along
Deep in thought,
Scattered vinyl on sheets,
Lay amongst the albums
I'd bought.
Eyes wide shut
I walked on floating islands,
Far away
In distant time and space.
A beautiful place,
Where trees of bonsai form
Were the norm
And skies were of
Scarlet hue,
Never of blue.
Jagged rocks
And pathways of wonder
I would roam,
Alternative world's
Stood in a alternative universe
I was never alone.
I drifted along
Deep in thought,
Scattered vinyl on sheets,
Lay amongst the albums
I'd bought.
Eyes wide shut
But,
Open to the sights
I'd seen,
The world
According to Roger Dean.
Teenage memories
Oh how they scream,
Of Floyd, Yes
And Tangerine Dream.
Orchestral, electrical
Music so grand
Alone with my thoughts
Lay on floating islands.
Phil Hall August 2015
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