Sunday, 3 May 2009

A Wayward Church

The world has changed dramatically
There's more comfort, less people
A steady drone of culmination has passed

The whole horizon is occupied by you
Ladders and bridges in no man's land
Remind me of my body and the wall

My emptiness is a gift to blind children
too much alive, too much aware
Neuschwanstein on a rock between your prayers

A supersonic jet has missed the moon
followed by the sun, it's heading for eternity
exactly the distance between me and you

Lilacs purple and white read letters
The spring of cards lands on your face
Its vortex encompassing blue peasants

Pop up in the sand of a deserted dream
After midnight where overthrown benches
Two wet birds leave forks in the lamp of light


- the title is inspired by an Anglo-Saxon/Gothic village church in Little Missenden, Buckighamshire. It is one of the superbly preseved ancient structures in the valleys of the Chiltern Hills.