Dreamers Miscellany #2

Written after a bracing visit to Nash Point on the  South Wales coast. This was one of the places I used to go to clear my head and be “alone”.

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Picking the purple poesy

Of freedom’s flower

 

And leafing through the letters

Of alphabet soup

 

Stored in the cellar

On the ageing vine

 

Awaiting the passage

And the blessing of time

 

Washing with wipers

That window of mine

 

 Driving in the rain.

 

 Sensuous as seas-pray

And salt on my tongue

 

Relentless and rolling

In Atlantic’s well

 

Rhythmic as nature’s

Pulse on the shore

 

As the vivacious waves

They knock on the door

 

And hover with the Kestrel

On wing and with prayer

 

Watching the sea

 And it

 Washing me.

 

Finding the finest,

Horse hair brush

 

Picking the pigment

Of azure, Royal blue

 

And blending the blood

Of unicorn’s truth

  

To caress the fresh canvas

 With the love

 That

It is due

 

 To flicker as quicker

As the candle flame

 

With petals of passion

In the evening light

 

 And the scent

Of a heartbeat

 

 In sunset’s most

Delicate, finest wine

 

 Tasting the most precious gift

 A life

 That is

 Mine.