Vernal Equinox
Moon glistening across the
Swollen sea of love.
Swollen sea of love.
Dusk in Ulting Churchyard
Dusk in Ulting Churchyard
The harvest horizon
Beckons us with yellow hues
Upon the bank of a canal.
Tiny sentinel sacred space
Stands casting shadows to the east
And the crimson glow of the
Evening sun
Does much to allay my mood
And lift my heart-song high
As a barge approaches from
The west,
Carrying my future dreams
and aspirations
Of another life
With water's soft sonnet
I depart my past
For west coasts drenched in foam.
As the light fades
In my East Saxon Kingdom
I share in the western splendour
With my other self
Who was always there
Waiting for the eternal
Return of tomorrows dream.
Ulting, Essex September 1994
The harvest horizon
Beckons us with yellow hues
Upon the bank of a canal.
Tiny sentinel sacred space
Stands casting shadows to the east
And the crimson glow of the
Evening sun
Does much to allay my mood
And lift my heart-song high
As a barge approaches from
The west,
Carrying my future dreams
and aspirations
Of another life
With water's soft sonnet
I depart my past
For west coasts drenched in foam.
As the light fades
In my East Saxon Kingdom
I share in the western splendour
With my other self
Who was always there
Waiting for the eternal
Return of tomorrows dream.
Ulting, Essex September 1994
The Haunted Fen
The Haunted Fen
A long twenty-four months
Have passed
Since I was last at this place
A wilderness landscape
Punctuated with lone trees,
Weathered by unseen hands.
The ghostly images of
Ancestors past
Impinging upon my mind -
"Here's to our dreams"
And the nightmare
Of darker fantasies
In this haunted landscape
Awash with spritely beings
From another time and space.
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