Anyone want to watch the land through the rain on a cold hill?
Or read a poem for the isolation and viewing of distant landscape
Do you need to understand our valleys and rains will be here for as long as we may be?
Are you seeking outside influences to balance your nearest thoughts?
Do you seek somewhere that's quiet and isolated?
Day of Rains
Once the rain has stopped
The breeze has blown and gone
With sand between our toes
And looking at the sea
Watching, watching the farness
Behind us the clouds retreat
The afternoon climbs over the day
In this shelter warm.
Blow over the hills away from here
Say something, talk and fade
As thought you were never here
After the walk and distant breath
The shorelines, sea shell all wet
And the calm can be heard above them
With its magic way of mood
The pounding falling feelings that stay.
Sounds so sliding, finding
Feel the forceful water towering
Sea the sudden sealant flowering
Twisting turning voices heard
Climbing into my heart with the day
Fixed in the mind's eye
We sit and speak of every way and walk
The very dream from the start.
Underneath the trees a path has narrowed
And comes to edge near the water
Four times, five times, six times
I counted the waters retreat
At every lap you took a tighter grip
A nearer moving step
A single solitary silent move again
And came in closer breathing distance.
Looking back towards the village
And of the pond and the rains
I thought of singing in time with the sight
And was ready to step out with my mouth
And single out the special silence lying
With the sleeping beauty underfoot
That had walked on velvet to shake my whole
Whilst we walk and walk with heavens above.
22nd March 1982