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My river so deep

The waves tiptoe gently over my river so deep

A river longing to speak

Of a shining sun trapped below the rubble

A torrent of thunder rolling under the sea

A song of joy now stifled in the silent creek

And while the vastness of me trembles under the heap

Life calls out to the shores beyond

Lingering, pulling, waiting for me to seek

I could drink up the sky, breathe in some forest

or soar alongside a mountain peak

But to break the cocoon, it takes willful might

Treading a trail uncharted and steep

So I choose the comfort of herds

While my fingers cloy at my grief

tearing some skin, blistering a wound

of failed loves and new hurts

The pain reeks of remorse and retribution

Accustomed, familiar and cheap

So while my heart throbs with an ancient song

to un-cage the spirit from its sleep

I choose to look away

And lie still with my river so deep



I wander alone on the moor in June

On a wet and windy afternoon

Flashes of thunder obscure my vision

My drift aimless, without any rhyme or reason

And then I walk into your line of sight

Your spectre beckons me, my gaze mystified

The pillars stand impassive, a primeval circle of stones,

Guarding an epoch of secrets, all alone

Unchanged, unmoved, unshakeable,

O Sentinels to the ancient riddle

Your purpose I ponder

Were you a refuge for the departed?

Or a temple for sacred rites, now set asunder

A rainbow then breaks into the dark sky,

Its splendour scattering my questions,

I stand awestruck and stupefied

And then its twin joins in, as if to say

There may not be answers to all puzzles yet

So surrender to this moment, we pray

For a heart filled with wonder

Is the only price you will be asked to pay