.And so it was later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
Procul Harum
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There is a private, secluded place I go, where the world belongs to me
where my soul is renewed, and my spirit runs free
and I am able, to construct those metaphysical frameworks
that co exist, between the senses and understanding
that spectacular synthesis, that sheds light on all
within this haven of rest, the wild briars grow
and I can pick out, the right from the wrong
watching the surreal swirls and eddies, of long lost connections
when the velvet touch of love, crystallises from dreams
where the granite stone, symbolises the passage of time
I pause on the brow, of the ancient vantage point
observing the jackdaws, as they fly east to west
wondering why, nothing seems to last on earth
remembering the beginning, the first thrill of love
which quickly dissapears, replaced by the mundane
while a heart as delicate as mine, pines to the brim
for that which once was, has gone to the wall
as the beech tree is rustled, by a sudden draught of wind
a willow warbler sings, it's haunting refrain of summer
whilst the ivy spirals upwards, clinging to the elm
I change direction, and descend towards the knoll
where the elves and faeries, gathered in my youth
and I ran and played, with the awesome friends of my mind
believing to my core, that what you give will come back
I know I haven't changed
It's the world that has gone mad
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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I have my little private beach...only minutes away from my house..there I bask in the solitude and stillness.. I give thanks for such a gift..without it I would have been in the looney-bin ages ago..lol!
Exceptional write Peter..love it! ( saved)
Vesna:)
It's the world that has gone mad
Wow, that's exactly how I feel, but no one seems to believe me.
Beautiful peace in the photo and every word you gave us here dear Peter.
Shalom...my friend,
susan
God Bless
Michelle~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
How ardently one finds themselves aching to understand, to retrieve what is lost, yet, surpass it with the new revelations, you speak of. The world has gone mad.........but your faith is solid, and your spirit shall forever rise above the pain and loss.
The beauty from the ashes....is always, but always, your ascendant
poetic fruit!
Astounding write, as always, Peter.
Love& Blessings, Rhonda
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
for that which once was..."
Hauntingly beautiful, Peter.
Regis
Myrna
It's the world that has gone mad"
I am not so sure about that thinking about myself...I think I am the nutcracker mad one now!!
Because the world has changed.....and has a big black hole out there sucking me in!!
Love Tinka
What we are viewing now in the world is sobering indeed Peter. I think for me, because of the spiritual ramifications, I do not see too much light in the future. I hope I am wrong!
Sometimes it does seem like everything is changing around us and we remain the same. But then I remember who I used to be, and who I am now, and I always realize that I am changing also.
Your writes always seem to be an amalgam of nature and the philosophical and spiritual ponderings of an insightful and intelligent man. You are very consistent in what you do, and are very appreciated.
Light and harmony ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
This is a superb example of the magic you weave in fabric of nature and the mind.
Life and love are both challenges if they are to be kept fresh and new and exciting and safe from the madness.
Love,
Taylor~
Peace. Joyce
Susan