What Dreams are These?

Walking alone on the moors,

With the wind in a word of wonder.
Why?

What dreams are these that hang in the air like clouds?

Broken up by a few rays of sunlight,

Shining through rain drops,

Making a rainbow,

Gripping a hand, 

Pulling on fingers,

Dancing in palms,

Outstretched to the blooming sky,

Above the trees,

Through the air,

On rocks,

Hard,

As rain falling on spring flowers.

A damp day,

Inside a cave,

Looking out on heaven,

Below me. 



Written April 20, 1997
When visiting the Somerset levels -
A special place for me
Where I grew up.