soundofmanywaters

  Victoria Gardens, Westminster Gathering angels of light that leap Sun sparked from the river I put my hand to them, but cannot keep. Dances on me first fellowship of light and the Spirit-brooded water when God first spoke His poem into night. The seats hulk here of administration of economy and law of generalisation and specification. If they could see inside my head, they'd think I'm bonkers, chasing the sunbeams, dancing on the river's brimming brink But they don't understand and cannot stay this light or anyone's heart - I and the Spirit laugh, hold hands and run away.