One True Light

The world shook
And I felt the tremor
Fires raged in the City
While my flame died

Battered
Beaten
Broken

I rose from cinder
Turned my back
To smoking sky
And walked away

Barefoot
Bruised
Blistered

I walked on pebbles
Forward step by step
Towards the barricade
And a new harbour

Warmth
Light
Rest

I found respite
A safe place
Storm protected
Calm and cosy

Seagulls
Salt-air
Surf

I hear wilderness calling
Cut the moorings
Drift out to sea
Dance with the wind

Wink
Blink
Think

I recognise the beam
The searching signal
Land ahoy!
My one true light.

Wayne Visser © 2009

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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