Loughed

Loughed

 

 

Autumnal bliss

No better than this

A walk, a kiss

Light in the abyss

 

A tide, a seal

The finest meal

Hand in hand

Eternal as sand

 

A race, a train

Time no reign

A seat with my lover

There is no other

 

A reaching hand

With no demand

That time on the lough

No measure for a clock

 

Bard in a Churchyard

In a Churchyard

Blossom and birdsong

In a place as this

With another in spirit
No less than bliss

Contemplating sense

Soothing and peace

Words with a guardian

One Louis MacNeice

The sun dares to shine

Lighting granite without

Whispers of green

From a bard no doubt

A hard swirling world

Becomes settled and still

Enduring love shall abide

By that church on the hill

 

In a Golden Autumn

In a Golden Autumn

Resplendent, blazing, illuminating

Absorbing, inhaling, being

Walking, thriving, able to see

The truth, through you, of me

A vibrant, shimmering love

Nothing will ascend above

This surging torrent within

Drives me, heart to skin

A sense, in all that I do

The golden essence of you

Holding, needing, to savour

Love, will you and I favour

Not some fancy of season

Pulled together, a universe’s reason

No want, need of another

Mark, there will be no other