Lost in Thought!
Swirly whirly is the frilled and curly,
With their woven threads of light,
The stars they twinkle – in a random sprinkle,
Draped across the veils that dance at night!
Ribbons of moonlight – painting silver sparkles,
Highlighting shadows under the leaves of summer trees,
Smoke-ring puff balls – follow their fading trails,
Caught up in the moment and drifting on the breeze!
Memories meander as they remember their roots,
Releasing the sparks that climb above the flames,
There’s the flicker of Beech – as far as the eye can reach,
Wrapped safe in darkling woodland as the dream proclaims!
The mountain marshes with their stray sheep guidelines,
Leading a wandering on top of the world,
Wild Horses frolicking – in slow-motion scenery,
A panoramic vision taken in as I slowly twirled!
Resurrecting a ruin and giving it purpose,
Breathing in the moment and calling it home,
I remember the wall of wonders that could tell you tales,
Leaving the spirit with the space to roam!
I remember the valleys – the home of the eisteddfod,
Catching my fall in the palm of its hand,
Freezing through the screams – of an early fateful morning,
On a quest for reason on a needy trip unplanned!
There are long ago days when I watched over Buzzards,
Safe in sighting’s sanctuary in the dip over the hill,
Sharing an affinity with the ancient trailing,
Feeling history’s movement at its standing still!
Rivers have flowed – as they criss-crossed my road,
Streams have trickled deep in their bed,
Once the spirit was freed – with the casting of life’s seed,
Going with the flow and the voice in my head!
Sharing in the calm where the earth holds the water,
Gathering reflections in ripples and rings,
The clouds they skate – at an elemental rate,
With its winsome wishes the heart it sings!
Flying kites above the rise in the settling snowfall,
Tucked away in the corner overlooking the mines,
The sharing of secrets with a different planet,
With the breaking of bread in the rare sun shines!
Following the markings that lead you off the map,
Greeted with a curtain of ancient Pine,
A forest full of fortune that favours the brave,
A cloak of invisibility that fits just fine!
Rolling with the contours that lead to adventure,
A rite of passage – ruled by the heart,
A test of endurance to offer up new beginnings,
An annual thread for Pagan Pilgrims worlds apart!
Close to the wind with the flags and banners,
A slow transformation lost in thought,
Connecting with a pathway and its spiritual journeys,
Handing out the treasured gifts that cannot be shop bought!