To Jean: I was brought to a stream which cascaded down
from high ground through a gorge. The banks were shrouded
in tall lissom trees and the sun was shining. In the gloom
I looked up to the topmost leaves of a tree. In that instant
my outlook on life, which had been very depressed, changed
and has never since gone retrograde. Is it poetry or what?
The Dancing Girl May 1993
I walked along a lonely path
On a peaceful, warm September day.
Above me, in a clear blue sky,
Not a single cloud for company.
The solitude wrapped me in peace
As I passed under Acer trees
And then I lifted up my eyes
Til I could see the topmost leaves
Translucent leaves of palest green
Fluttered in the flowing air
And near the top a pale green hue
Shone from the waving leaves up there.
I turned my gaze back to the path
And realized I had company
A golden girl with amber hair
Was holding out her hand to me.
I took her hand and she took mine
I smelt September in her hair
I heard the river in her laugh
But not one word did we speak there
The waterfall cascaded down
Where it has run ten thousand years
The golden girl danced in my space
And cleared the space of all my fears
And when the space was freed from fear
Her lovely arms encircled me
She squeezed the hurt from my sad heart
And chased the cold and care away
And as she moved around my space
She introduced me to the dance
I quickly learned the steps and pace
Of the reel they call "The Second Chance"
She sat me down beside the stream
And showed me how to sing my song
And showed me how to write my words
And where my music had gone wrong
She sang her song first with her eyes
Then in a voice that was crystal clear
And then we sang in harmony
And all at once I lost my fear.
I found my voice and sang to her
My dancing girl with amber hair
I'll sing to her forever now
By that bubbling stream in a glen in Clare
The dancing girl brought me to life
Gave me the strength to jump and run
And on a wooden bridge that day
She handed me September sun.
C'est la vie, Cherie!