Oak and Stone

In mountain springs

Headwaters rise

In those hills

I may find

Peace of mind

The river's source

Has gone to ground

Hard to reach

Eagles soar

Search in distant lands

This is what I came for

What I longed for

And it changes everything

And nothing at all

Here is a face from those old pictures

Black and white turned to gold

In these trembling hands

Long time coming

Long journey home

Oak and stone

Lands unknown

To reveal

Worlds apart

Stranger still

How can I

Close the space

While we still draw breath?

This is what I came for

What I longеd for

And it changes everything

And nothing at all

Hеre is a face from those old pictures

Black and white turned to gold

In these trembling hands

Winterbourne in distant hills

The way downstream is further still

Through elderflower

And hawthorn woods

Starlings dancing high above

All roads lead to somewhere else

And never seem to reach an end

The order of the world's unchanged

The constellations are the same

Time to put this thing to rest

Time to leave the empty stage

A footnote

An unwritten page

Words are better left unsaid

Stories do not always find an end

The source of a river

Is hard to find

Out of reach

Out of time

And so far from home

This is what I came for

What I longed for

And it changes everything

And nothing at all