The minster of memory,
\na dell within a dark place.
\nLichened rock, wind eroded.
\nNot sad, melancholy, haunted.
\nDistant hills, wraithed by mist.
\nSolemn evening, close of play.<\/p>\n
Think again, this is now.<\/p>\n
The breeze fails, smoke in the vale.
\nGreen tracks turn black,
\nrock rived earth, snaggle bracken.
\nPhotograph it.
\nCreate a now.
\nSeal time in an instant.
\nHold it precious.<\/p>\n
Think of it as now.<\/p>\n
Do we lose our way, when the light fades?
\nDo we travel the same path, cross the river?
\nDo we hunt for something lost?
\nDo you hear the voices, past?<\/p>\n
Think again, it is now.<\/p>\n
Orison;
\nLet it be, complete, eternal.
\nLet it stay, as was, so shall it be.
\nRemain as is, as ere, as ever.
\nThe moor, this place, and me.<\/p>\n
Think again, this is now.<\/p>\n
Think again, this is not now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The minster of memory, a dell within a dark place. Lichened rock, wind eroded. Not sad, melancholy, haunted. Distant hills, wraithed by mist. Solemn evening, close of play. Think again, this is now. The breeze fails, smoke in the vale. … Continue reading