O Place
I have studied you O place,
I have squinted in your mist,
With your sun on my face,
Your softest gentle breath.
Your lips are like diamonds,
And clouds soft and wet,
You love me to love you,
I love you to care.
Your purple mist is passing by,
He has been many times before,
Defusing your light your rainy sky's,
You've the look of the land of lore.
A column of light strikes the sea,
Like a spear upon the sand,
And rich and warm, I’ll always feel,
In the cradle of your hand.
1 comment:
Hi Paul,
Such a beautifull poem, and quite fitting for our home in the western isles, you do and allways will have me in awe of your deep affinity to your roots, and your personal relationship with the land .
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