The magick of a mooring
Where the lapping waters flow
Where reasoning and consciousness
And thoughtfulness does grow
The canalside offers so much
Of the mysticism we
Deliberated on it seems
Back in history
We can with observation
See a picture in which we
Become a part and with our heart
We feel within and be
On that floating sweet domain
The wood fire warming through
The kindled smoke is rising
Warming the autumn dew
Around us on the towpath
Leaves of every hue
A mosaic of immensity
Mindful that we do
Rest our aching bodies
Still our raging heart
Close our eyes and rest awhile
And just try to impart
Some wisdom from the silence
Let thoughtfulness enquire
Musing and refusing
To sit down by the fire
That generates a calmness
And a peacefulness where you
Can really feel the likelihood
Of feeling like you do
Of dreaming a good reason
Of not watching tv
Just of thinking out of the box
The probability
Of the gentle lapping
Of the boat on the canal
And feeling the enchantment
Of possibly a pal
You know who shares your wisdom
Your magick and your fire
With knowledge and enlightenment
Awareness and desire
To learn about the magick arts
And follow paths to where
Ancient energies re awaken
And together you will share
A certain state of being
A ritual in a way
Uncharted and untravelled
Am I qualified to say
Perhaps not but with poets eyes
And ears the sounds appear
Positive forever
And for me they do seem clear
Like opening a window on a spring day
Open the heart and the light will exhilerate
You and all will be good again
blessed be