Unwritten Soul, Portrait Poems

Sailing down the settling ocean of time, eccentric stars signaling as I pass to unexplored deepening mind blue water sifting through the hourglass. I swirl round to the primal seas below terra-cotta ship, blue-green islands sloped ridge, here the beginning drums of time are slowed and I connect imaginations bridge. Crescent moon hanging on my red flags mast, sails of ever widening wind gusts muse immortal visions, my future storms past dawns new dimensions of endless pure view. Hour grains climb, I reverse thinking, inverting liquid sand, restarting flow, narrow channel filling, falling, drinking star patterns blinking paint unwritten soul.