Ancient are the
Roots that run long
And unseen
In the lines and
Coloured sky patches.
Essential are they,
For they calm my
Fed-by-sunrise spirit.
Eternal are the
Rivers that roar silently
And star-voice deep
Below mountain crests,
Between midnight crusts.
Essential are they,
For they feed my
Calmed-by-sunset soul.
28/4/2013