Ancient …

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