so to syllables I go.
sketching something from a landscape within.
to be drenched
in fields, brooks, flowing clear among green
waterfalls of ice to liquid snow, flowing off mountain cliffs.
life wonderfully bright,
(more than I admit)
cold at night
yet there is star mixed with lunar light.
I hear within while I’m without,
in nature alone:
Be among the
dance within the breeze,
move among the sea,
sway beneath the forest canopy,
run under the bright cloud and warming sun.
so I move
life is richer
when I allow myself
to become momentarily
fuller, more pleasurable moments
By Jonathan McCallum
Waves that roll
Island in sight
Absorb the soft sea breeze
Now they flow
Teach me to praise
All that is good
All that is here in front of me
All that is from You.
Precious around me
Like the ones that help me see
somehow always here.
Forging, like liquid steel,
friendship in me, that cannot be fathomed.
I feel, wave, upon shore, afresh, with you.
I speak to, you, invisibly there.
And there is more than sea.
I see you walk,
I see your surfing life with me.
Moments, I breathe, warmth of time lived with you.
To forget you, would be to forget the sea.
Curiously, wonderfully, being with you, makes me me,
rhythmic wet colourless drops, grey cold narrow alleys, daylight late to shine, coffee-scented doorways, people warmly coated, friendly expressions, welcoming chestnut eyes, finding home again…