Madeira from the Sea

Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges

Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;

Softly the dream grows awakening — shimmering white of a city,

Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.

High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,

Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep,

Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.