Haven

I
Solitude of havens claw
Shadows of the mist once more
Seemly the clouds appear
Ever close and yet so near

II
Solitude the world incudes
Seemly, as time is intertwined
Cascade the beam of crimson colour
Unaware of any other

III
Senseless as it seldom is
Sometimes it is hard to resist
Sensation be thy roots that intertwine
Beneath the soil they sow the vine

IV
Speechless, as they always seem
Caught, nocturnal within my dreams
As like shipwrecks on the shores
Soulful are the lapping moors

V
Visionary, whispers speak
Alas to find my limbs feel weak

VI
Virtue of the virtuous way
How the colours interplay
Slash of yellow, touch of white
Crimson reds, then orange bright

VII
Ferns display no sense of fashion
Funny how the clouds keep clashing

VIII
Toadstools grow among the shade
Like umbrellas on parade
Unravelling are the thoughts in time
Beneath the shadow of the ebony vine

IX
Flourishing in brilliant light
Safe from shadows of the night
Yesterday is lost, forgone
But nature whispers with its song

X
Yielding are the falling skies
The tears of heaven touch my eyes
Sombre mourn the sense of feeling
Serene the sense, I could be dreaming

XI
Wonderland of wooden splendour
Woven within the land so tender
Wholesome how the willow peaks
As if to lean, before it speaks

XII
Where upon I hear a voice
Like echoes whisper with a choice
Weeping as the willow does
Is it aware, how much I love
The shelter of its dripping glove

XIII
Watery the waves allure
As if to sense that it is pure
Yearning with a sense of power
To wade within your earthly shower

XIV
Whereabouts’ the whisper calls
To hear the echo of the falls

XV
Bewildering beauty behold thy thunder
Before thy splendour, earthly wonder
Wrinkles form within the sands
Witness laid before thy land

XVII
Tiding bring the finer things
But when I’m in nature I feel akin

XVIII
Kinder are the thoughts of you
Among the haven earthly hue
Coble stones mark the path
Where weary leaves forgot to laugh

XIX
Immersed within are torn for art
Infringe upon the world there art
Inasmuch and here with you
Alas to feel this sense is true

XX
Beside the river still flowers yearn
Filament, the fire burns
Flare upon the piercing sky
That drifts so slowly passing by

XXI
Glimpse beside the shadow haze
Is there any wonder that I’m amazed
Fruitful be thy breaths I take
Alone within your earthly wake

XXII
Getaway to sense you’re near
And feel your presence when I’m here
Hereby havens, land of thunder
Echoes whisper in your wonder