Feel the tension flee
The cool sensation of being you
Now and in the times to see
The poet is to step on through
Wander in meadows, sit fast at kitchen tables, time passed
In faint but fair sunlight the dew is on the grass
And the misfit
He hits out for home at last
From the past into the present
Scent of mulberry and blue
On the plains and corn exchange crescents
The bookshops bring their pleasure do
With reflection of the morning
Past the dark time in to night
For the sleep and the dreams there dawning
Once again to lean beyond our own we might
Say then our prayers from the Hopkins bible
See again The Windhover in flight
Clasp our dreams with the now of Zen insight
Here the words:
Stumbles of sounds be gentle
Let us go there in deep delight
