Someday soon It will arrive in a heartbeat The gift of self, awakened Eyelight Becoming Rising like the song of a full spring tide implacable Here where a sea threw up a land offering to the sky The unseen effort of millenia Leaves in autumn shook their fingers Waving Across a fallow winter field To arrive in the shoot time of buds Full veined on living marble Etched green on hill and sky A leaf womb for the becoming world Here where the thorn gives rise to memory A meadow sway snags our breath Bright gleams the sparrow song Adorning the gate of our forest path Nowtime Herepresence And we who are Fettered waist deep in the midnight water of our eternal birth We saw you fill our evening With the radiance of a dormant God Streaming bright gold and burnished bronze The rising hills bathed in sweet wine light of ever evening To entrance each degree of our febrile senses What is forged herein Adamantine What is shown out there Brief as shadow play We who are born of ether inside folded prayers Breath thrust into us The free fall tumble into matter our tariff We make acceptance’s acquaintance For all things trusted are ours What is placed here by our hearts Will make a soul journey In a carriage drawn by the seasons
Julian Rowlands 27 Aug 2024