Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Thursday, 4 February 2010

A HIGHER PLAIN

I wrote this in 2005, just before I went on a bike ride on the Camino de Santiago in northwest Spain.


A HIGHER PLAIN

I want to hear the music of the world around me
I want to sing the song that is in my heart
I want that single place afar to try and find me
I want to go forward and return to the very start

I want to feel the melody within and live a lively tune
I want to laugh at myself
I want to bark at the moon

I want to know that perfect harmony
That comes when every day is true
I want to see a crystal sky
At the end of this path of pain

I want to know that when I die
What counts will be the friends that found me
And the simple song of love that plays behind me
And leads me ever towards a higher plain.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010