Observations of a Cornish Sunrise from a Coach Window between Truro and Saltash
White frost encompasses
The undulating landscape,
Silver moon
Pale amid the morning shines.
Red glow upon the east
Casts a curious light
Demonstrating a warmth promised
Across deep shadowed and frosted hills.
The stillness of this winter's scene
Foretells a secret from another age
And a silence that deafens
With its intensity,
Fills my aching heart
With the jewel of this sunrise hour
Which stands alone, eternal,
Amongst the tonal hues
Of the dawn-clad sky.
A planet's Angelic quality
Arouses speculation from the
Devastation of another time!
How many light years
Arise before the star of time and us?
I lift mine eyes up along the line
Of infinity,
Creating days shadows and features.
Ice-like tendrils claw at me
Breaking the misty heady textures
That betroth thine eyes to me
Oh how I wonder
What made this universe creation
And how I wonder
At this morn-tide hour
How all of this may manifest?
For it is more profound
Than a flock of birds in unison,
Alighting at dusk, or
That of a whale that blows cascading water aloft
Amid the wild and beautiful seas.
And at this precise second
I feel at peace
With the heartbeat of Nature's song
Within this wondrous
Contoured and delectable
Land in which I dwell.
December 1994
White frost encompasses
The undulating landscape,
Silver moon
Pale amid the morning shines.
Red glow upon the east
Casts a curious light
Demonstrating a warmth promised
Across deep shadowed and frosted hills.
The stillness of this winter's scene
Foretells a secret from another age
And a silence that deafens
With its intensity,
Fills my aching heart
With the jewel of this sunrise hour
Which stands alone, eternal,
Amongst the tonal hues
Of the dawn-clad sky.
A planet's Angelic quality
Arouses speculation from the
Devastation of another time!
How many light years
Arise before the star of time and us?
I lift mine eyes up along the line
Of infinity,
Creating days shadows and features.
Ice-like tendrils claw at me
Breaking the misty heady textures
That betroth thine eyes to me
Oh how I wonder
What made this universe creation
And how I wonder
At this morn-tide hour
How all of this may manifest?
For it is more profound
Than a flock of birds in unison,
Alighting at dusk, or
That of a whale that blows cascading water aloft
Amid the wild and beautiful seas.
And at this precise second
I feel at peace
With the heartbeat of Nature's song
Within this wondrous
Contoured and delectable
Land in which I dwell.
December 1994
