muttered words in uncounted time
Listen closely to your heart-beat.
Words decline into cant –
quick, flippant, arrogant
Gregorian chants speak across centuries
Cultures buried in silence, the stonemason’s art,
A palimpsest of languages:
Latin, Norman-French, English
Each overtaken in time: vernacular or divine.
Blue eyes at her funeral.
Follow in her footsteps
Step out of line
Stand at the edge
Cliff paths crumble into sky
Sea: birds flow into the heat haze
Vibrations resonate, a sound painting,
Coloured-in, not far from me, in dreamscape,
Richly tapestried cast offs,
Where oblivions come and go;
Birds roam all over this high, stippled sky.
A salt-dried wind stings my eyes
drink-in the horizon..