The Inner Sea
	by Richard Shand

	".Will it perhaps be said of us one day that we too, steering
	westard, hoped to reach an India - but that it was our fate to be
	wrecked against Infinity?.". 
		- Nietsche
                    
                    
	Antioch, 212 AD
	(Vancouver, August 1973)

	The poet, the dreamer, the one-man band 
	These are the ones that roam the land 
	And play vaporous chords to soothe us all. 
	Portraits of Timaeus ten feet tall 
	And Pentangle burning under the pall. 
	Let chariots prowl and lions scream. 
	Together we sleep and together we dream. .
                    
                    
                    
	Castaway
	(Vancouver, August 1974)

	between dream and hope 
	and hope and dream 
	lies an ocean in between 
	billowing and eddying 

	Calypso, Calypso beckons to me 
	far away sundown into the sea 
	bright moon and dog stars bide in the sky 
	so long to live, too short to die
                           
	Intoxicated
	(Vancouver, August 1974)

	in solitude deep 
	and the darkest cavern of our sleep 
	we fashion the bright fabric of our apparel 
	action is the energy's delight 
	to juggle our fantasies, bedazzle the eyes 
	and in wonderment hold each self supreme 

	enwrapped are we 
	but boundless free in Nature's tapestry 
	of energy spun so fine and fair. 
	love's flame dances from our finger tips 
	and leaps from our touch 
	reaching nets of fire to enrapture all souls