Catch us now for I am your future
A kiss on the wind and we’ll make the land
Come over here to where When lingers,
Waiting in this empty world,
Waiting for Then, when the lifespray cools
For Now does ride in on the curl of the wave,
And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools
We are of the going water and the gone
We are of water in the holy land of water
And all that’s to come runs in
With the thrust on the strand
from the song, Jig of Life by Kate Bush, 1985
we sat up high and watched the sun set,
the boats dock, and the impending darkness creep upon us
sometimes silence feels like a warm embrace
on a misty morning, i was missing you–
but you were miles and miles away
the wind blew the buds from the bushes,
blew the rain horizontally,
blew the cobwebs from the balcony
and the fear from fragile minds
when i see a small rabbit or a buck with five or six does, a mountainside blanketed in fog, a delicate sunflower or the soulfulness of a long river valley, a wistfulness overcomes me
summer looks like the tops of lush, green trees
and a steady dock,
the whisper of a flying finch,
and the setting of the evening sun
against the sweet smell of cut grass
