Rain for the refreshment of love

There is a song at the waters edge

There are pebbles on vacant sands

There are swirls where the streams of water head towards the sea

There are people, why wouldn't there be

The beauty of this beach idyll is then all but beaten out of me, by Kate's insistence that we carry on walking in the rain, towards a small dwelling, with four windows and a door

I go along with the daftness for a while, but finally insist on returning to the hotel

Kate walks to my left side, taking shelter from the persistent rain; my right side becomes soddened

At the cross roads we turn right, now we walk directly into the wind, and the slanting rain

Kate takes shelter, she walks, just short of a rainfalls depth, behind me; my front becomes entirely soddened

A calm emerges, clear light ahead

There are songs in my head

There are stones for my feet to kick

There are puddles

Ideal for children like me and Kate to skip and splash in

There are people

Why wouldn't there be

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Rites of Passage

In the back place

A slightly quieter place

Respite from the rain

With leaves strewn 

Where bodies swoon

For the love of freedom

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The overpowering energy of lost love

Memory so easily painted

Soft lights, warm colours

Time past fleeting

Left behind, as time present

Warmth from within

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Beyond the reclamation is love

Past the broken down tractors

Past the randomly discarded farm implements

Over the heather moor, beyond the peat bog

Past the rebuilt black houses

Past the new houses, with abandoned static caravans

Humankind losing its desire for aesthetic beauty

Perhaps this is what a hard life brings

Years of cutting peat or catching fish

Years of toil before this current time

Work in support of the leisured classes

Perhaps the years of hardship

Coupled with regular shrouds of mist and rain

Combine to build an island consciousness

Where survival & shelter comes first

Life’s uncertain base, comes a long way first

This is not then the place for we seekers

Seekers of the peak

The peak of the self realisation pyramid

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Framed

Endless shimmer

Wave after wave of nostalgia

Patterns thought never to be repeated

Still bring a sense of what came before

Here & now for a while

Onto & afterwards, ever so slowly

Photographers flip out their cameras

To look back with satisfied smiles

On the beauty of their fellow travellers

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