A Presence
In the still of daylight dawningI waitMy presenceUnbiddenBy those I seekHere I standAs the sun slowly risesFrom its nocturnal slumbersYet […]
In the still of daylight dawningI waitMy presenceUnbiddenBy those I seekHere I standAs the sun slowly risesFrom its nocturnal slumbersYet […]
Across the plain the pilgrims comeGod’s mercy to receiveBefore them majestic liesCathedral, mystic placeMan builtA house of wonder and prayerOf
Slow silent flows the riverPast willow, rush and grassMountain bornSnow fedAged nowSilt ladenMeandering, turgidGiving of its beingAs it passesHeading onwardsTowards
UnhingedThe nightFull fearDark dreamsBlackForebodingGhostsMemoriesHaunting me,Hunting meAnd I runFleeingFrom these miseriesAwayFar, far away
Waves upon the wilding coastFar flung spume of grey AtlanticScudding clouds, dark in furyOver headland pass in hasteI stand aloneAnd
A deathTragicUnnecessaryCame to my viewOn the televisionThe other dayA personAloneHad ceased to beAnd I cried
Silent stone word carvedBy church and heathSays so littleOf the soul that liesUnder turfAnd skyWhat spark was litFrom that mortal