Saturday, 18 July 2009
be glad for the song has no ending
The bent twig of darkness grows
the petals of the morning
And shows to them the birds singing
just behind the dawning
Come dip into the cloud cream, lapping.
...and so do others watch the dawn. We will be with them tomorrow, Barbican bound.
Pass the finger cymbals.
And as my cloud pulled out of view,
There come failing down a gentle shower of rain.
Happy rain come failing down,
Red, green, blue and golden.
And every drop, as it fell, it smiled
And, throwing back its head, began singing,
"Oh float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair."
(Click the picture to download the programme)
Posted by rashbre at 12:49