Post by flyingwelshman on Aug 14, 2008 7:14:25 GMT 1
Alone, sat on gaunt craggy rock
White horses rode the waves before me
Dancing before disappearing;
Diamond white visions, vaguely familiar
Tossing and turning, turbulent
Puppets of a south-westerly wind.
And I looked on mesmerised
Undines spoke to me in gentle tones
Speckled my face with biting spray
An element cleansing my inner spirit.
Among the gladwyn; exposed to your power
I heard them speak my name softly in the spray.
O what wonders you conceal
Neath your foamy violent surface
That I could commune with you
That I could tap your boiling waves
And immerse my soul with your energy
And learn to breathe in time with your rhythm.
Peter Nash
July 1995
White horses rode the waves before me
Dancing before disappearing;
Diamond white visions, vaguely familiar
Tossing and turning, turbulent
Puppets of a south-westerly wind.
And I looked on mesmerised
Undines spoke to me in gentle tones
Speckled my face with biting spray
An element cleansing my inner spirit.
Among the gladwyn; exposed to your power
I heard them speak my name softly in the spray.
O what wonders you conceal
Neath your foamy violent surface
That I could commune with you
That I could tap your boiling waves
And immerse my soul with your energy
And learn to breathe in time with your rhythm.
Peter Nash
July 1995