A poem of Place and Love |
When I wander along this lovely beach and see the sun sailing on every calming wave, I think of you. When I hear the island sing of sanctuary and the whispering headland speak of trust, I think of you. When I lie alone at night and fear the enclosing darkness will lure me to despair, I think of you. When I sit working at my desk and language and ideas flow like golden honey, I think of you. Who knows how many times I pause in every day to think of you? I only know that if this is all there ever is It is enough, for drab and drying clay turns to brightest, living blue When I think of you. For in this enough what resides is all Warming pleasures and pain beyond recall. In this is rock and sand and tree and flower, the riotous tumult, the quiet bower, dusk and dawn, firmament and sea the infinite gods and minute mortality. In this is deep and solemn gravity And light-hearted simple gaiety, Joyful music of the everlasting spheres Deep being-alone in the valley of tears. To the inmost chamber of my heart A secret enters in, And the distance is no less real for being paper thin. A union of solitudes inexplicable Saluting, connecting, inextricable, When I think of you. |