Through The Canvas, Over The Poem

Glorious land of broken cloud

Seduced by sunlight in autumn’s dream

I walk through canvas, over poem

Leaving no path winding but skyline straight

Glorious land of symmetric thought

Stroked by the orange fires of summer

The whisper of smoke to cloud is peculiar to me

As are blue hills against bluer sky

At night the winter melody is caught

In the haloed moon’s sinewy arms

To be cradled and then released down night’s stream

Held afloat by every star’s fiery point

Glorious land of sensation and poem

May I caress that which you hold dear?

May I drink in your vision and colour?

May I walk from sunlit path to hide within distant echo?

May I intoxicate you for an instant, an hour?

I live as you do, because you do

Here in these thoughts, within this poem

And I imagine your horizon’s autumn path

Sun setting across the pointed leaves

Blurred by distance, blurred by golden haze

Royal in your wilderness