My Traveller

(And the Tale of Real Magic..)

In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire.

Past the will o’ the wisp

And a malevolent marsh…..

Beyond a great chasm

And torrent of trouble

And woolly winds harsh….

I met a traveller on his way…

By the light of a river

And a rainbow's sky

Somewhere near morning

Where the bluebirds fly

I met a traveller

and he kissed my heart

with his hands

Up in the clouds

Where the dreamers play

And buttercup toast beams hello

Through the trees of the town  

In a carousel park

He decided to stay

On his way…..

And with Sylvan tongue strands

Of magic and mirth

I sang to him

….my traveller

“Orange flushed rare and gilt

Parakeet sweet and aerial built

Is the bird I see

In you

And with…

Honey jasmine scaling

Oh Wild Ivy trailing

Blooms your gardens hue

My Kindred Traveller….

Your Melody, My harmony

Accompaniment

A symphony

Is the sound that

beats our drum…..

Your stories penned in brilliant hand

Where heart meets mind in one… 

And all of this my dear,

Is true

is true 

For Tis

For sure,

That is 

the man that lives in you,

To open mornings door…"

xx

When  

When those chitter chatter skittter skatter voices overlap

When sounds inside your head like lead

They….slap and snap and yap….

When the criss crossed thoughts of callous recall

against our will berate and grate

augmented dark and barking squall

My dear… no fear

find quiet…

In this minds riot….

Hear the sacred forest silence with a slithered breeze

Or the sweet caress of shoreline in her gurgled sneeze

Listen for the whisper of a river as she rambles

And the sweetest call of swallows aloft within our brambles…

When…..

Thunder claps and wraps you tight - a viscous bite -disables flight

When crippled reassurances stampede, impede delight..to gobble light to blight in fright ..truths sight….That viscous call of not enough, inward odious critiques barrage, a mirage of weakened will until the cry for still is loud, loud LOUD  in a crowd of doubting touting shouting opposition, compulsive, repulsive insult to revolt with peace….

then steer

My dear,

To the central

Sphere of

Quiet…

To the the drip and the drop of a docile shower

To the flip and the flop of a leafy bower

To the creak of hello at an open door

To the shuffle of shoes on a well worn floor

The lakeside stills

Fluttered pulse wills

And a lightly audible peter pan kiss

Dances on our cheeks of magic and bliss ….

My dear

My dear

Breathe

Retrieve

This

Quiet…

No fear

My dear…

I AM HERE..

I AM HERE……..