A Kiss Blowing on the Wind
The flowers have returned
And we too return to stand with the stones
And shed as tears upon summertime grass
Our love once again for you.
The sky is high and blue,
Clouds white thought-bubbles –
Messages from angels and from God –
Fleeting shadows painted across the meadows
And the trees and cows amongst the buttercups
Chewing cud as in thought
Mulling memories of meals shared in sunshine.
A song lifts to us across the deep tops of these great oaks
Beneath which a child swings.
Her hair runs rampant branches down her slim back
And her skin is pale as mist.
A song murmurs from her lips, her eyes closed and smiling,
White dress scattered with daisies and stained with the juices of grassy banks.
I hear the song and I close my eyes
This presence in my heart moves me to poetry and to pain –
The edge of the earth curves before me
And the sky wheels overhead dizzying the senses –
Filled with pollen and dust – high on Summer Time returned.
the Earth the Air the Fire the Water
Return Return Return Return –
And the flowers have returned
The elder and the roses and the Jasmine’s regal perfume,
Poppies, feverfew, alliums, cosmos and impatiens,
And we too have returned to remember and to celebrate you,
And through song strung on flute and guitar
And in tune to the percussion of dancers’ feet
We hear again your voice
We smell in the earth your skin
And we know that You are One with All That Is
And the rhythm’s of the Earth and the colours of the sky
Are You
And as we are present with them so are you present with us –
A kiss blowing on the wind –
You Great Goddess and Guardian of this our Sacred Tribe
Every moment within us and every moment around us
Reborn.
In memory of Lourdes, 6th June 2003
