Sunday, 12 April 2009

Walking down by the river
where gulls cry
evokes sweet melancholy
banishing sorrow
I am contented
among the ghosts of the river dwellers
norse and engel
This is a place that reminds me
deep in my being
of childhood
of tents in the dawn
going west to the sea through the night
hoping the storms would abate
the sun on my back
happy and free
This is a place where truth abides
everything else fading and crumbling
this is a moment fixed in my memory
a day worth re-living again and again
The tides pushing in
walk with me ?