Crimson shadow laid to ground
the anointed pray
red heart cresting green hills over downs
a new day for satin hearts, has begun

Are we still enough to hear
the chorus from their sanctuary of hymns
where time radiates in cold waves of oblivion
the stones meticulously placed
long ago in good faith
did they wonder why, I wonder

Green heather snakes amongst toes
as we breakfast on pork fat and blood pudding
unconventional marriage vows
between the rising sun, our cooking fire
and the singing ones

This hearty embrace of completeness
resting comfortably on my shoulders
through nature and song, smell and touch
good company and comfortable silence
peace be.