20th July 2023

This poem titled 9589 is an inadequate attempt to express the emotions on encountering the enchanting, breathtaking and exquisite views of the blue waters of the Mediterranean with the dramatic backdrop of Africa, The Atlas Mountains and Gibraltar seen from the terraces of apartment 9589 in the Kempinski Hotel on the Costa Del Sol.

Home from Home

Dedicated to all my family; close friends; the Kempinski personnel and my many many friends amongst them, in particular Pascal, always so gracious and special; my ‘older brother’ Darek; the Young Professor; Joy and Chris; all my children and the sisters Charlotte and Shelly who are ever-present in the mulled, windmilled memories of my mind.

9589

Dazzling sapphire skies, laced with rainbow shades

Beautifully designed by nature’s brand

Each vivid paint stroke delicately fades

As if canvassed on ghostly shifting sand

Views to venerate, senses to savour

All refreshed by an unseen guiding hand

Working, mending without fear or favour

To bring a magic to sky, sea and land

Spears of scarlet, pierce heavens of bright blue

Seeping colours of a beauteous hue

A rainbow pales high in a storm filled sky

Suddenly a new panoramic view

Art from nature’s workshop never at rest

Earth’s grandeur at its ethereal best

Framed by enchanting mist-strewn Afrikaa

Stirring passions for fabled Shang-ri-la

The swirling mist wanes imperceptibly

Unveiling nature’s own epiphany

Slow from out the pink haze and cyan sea

Snow-capped mountains rise majestically

Gibraltar stands stark, proud, for all to see

Like a monolithic Marie Celeste

To be lost again to mythical quest

A grand sunset heralds the days demise

Black clouds, fringed in crimson, drape turquoise skies

Stygian night reigns supreme, cloaking all light

This regime, in natures time, slowly dies

In sleep, these visions, I’ll visualise

Reaped from the mystic prism of my mind

Where awesome endless treasures are enshrined

What joy! Still keen for tomorrow’s sunrise

Such dreams are often veiled in mystery

Yet these scenes are sealed in my memory

Refreshing senses continuously

Not just ‘til my mind is cramped and confined

Nor just ‘til an unknown world beckons me

Or ‘til my spirit roams midst stars once more

To be thrilled for all our eternities

 

COMPOSED BY:

JOHN LASTE REDEMPTION

ASSISTED BY:

THE YOUNG PROFESSOR

Thursday 20th July 2023 (Original)