paradise
trimontium boy... I see you by the tree, alone and sad,
and as you watch the buzzard on a summer sky,
you are almost touching heaven with your thoughts!
remember your journeys through this land of hills,
when you have left this place, and this time.
in your heart you will keep the sound of owls
and hear their feathered passing, and the lift of
seas will lift your soul as you journey on.
and over the hill where pollen drifts in honeyed summer
your thoughts will settle as the dew on greening grass
but it is time to leave us now, and find your way...
take your last journey for your work is done
you have guided me and cared for me and
walked upon my hills in summer rain,
and watched with me the swallows' flight,
and known the scent of clover fields as
the sun goes down behind the line of pines.
so take courage, trimontium boy...
your horse still waits where the river winds
awaiting your lightness and kiss of touch,
so fly by the stars over darkened sky
through aeons of lives and yet more again.
your spirit is yours now, you are on your way home
no walls to restrict you, no confines of soul.
all that you needed, is yours.
you have reached
paradise.
Pim Claridge