a maiden flight

A crowning potential

a silvery sphere

a point of exhaustion

for one who does fear

the loss of such wisdom

such immortal praise

Breton can wonder

for all of its days

but may never realise

what she gave me

the love the emotion

true infinity

a lightness of touch

and a spirit to fly

a besom of hazel

and freedom to ply

I feel her beside me

the rush of the air

the warmth  of her fingers

might possibly scare

some but her fortitude

softens the blow

and her guidance its with me

where ever I go

the great star beams down on us

our upward flight

soaks us with dew

that coats us in light

we sail through the thermals

our hearts are as one

warmed by our daydreams

borne down by the sun

I live for each moment

the blueness is ours

we cannot be seen

by the mortals whose powers

of sight are so limited

we have to be

immortal and loving

for eternity

The Isle of Avalon

the Chalice Well

from up here the sea

we can see for a spell

such enchantment before us

the great rolling hills

the Severn rolls onwards

and with intensity spills

the great groves of Yew

are hard to resist

from high up above

the peculiar mist

wets us as we sail

the Mendips in sight

the rede in our heart

out into the night