27/08/2009

Rochester Cathedral (plus fragment from visit to Mont Saint Michel)

To Rochester Cathedral I go
Loitering amongst the vaulted spaces
Air redolent with prayers and hope
Old stones standing strong
Shoring me up with their fortitude

And in this space, these finite walls
I'll find an easing of my soul
Letting slip all my vanities
Stepping out of this fearful skin
Finding hope again

To Rochester Cathedral I go
As often as I have before
These old walls are my friends
They teach me how to weather all
Old stones standing strong
Shoring me up with their fortitude

~

(..the heart is a vaulted cathedral
where angels sing..)

18/08/2009

Cerulean Daze

I would have lived on a hill
Where the trees never stood still
Kissed by an ocean's breeze
Safe in those cerulean days

I take a moment now and then
To remember how and when
We changed
How we change

Mosaics on the floor
Crosswords against the door
And every little fragment that falls
Into place
Changes the look on your face
Till I no longer recognise you
At all

Four winds and a high tide
Won't help me find the way
Back to my cerulean daze

I would have lived on a hill
Where the trees never stood still
Kissed by an ocean's breeze
Safe in those cerulean days