Up on Coombe Hill
\nWhere the sky is creation
\nItself light and cloud
\nAre the players
\n on high
\nA warm breeze like soft music
\nRipples around us
\nMingled with our breath
\nNo word of a lie<\/p>\n
It would be no different
\nFrom way back in history
\nMan of the Neolithic persuasion
\nWould share
\nWhat we are watching no nothing has changed
\nThe magic of evening
\nWith all the aware <\/p>\n
Hearts beating in unison
\nSouls from the past
\nRising like spirits
\nSensations are cast
\nOut with the sky lights
\nAngelically we
\nWitness the sky forms
\nExponentially <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Up on Coombe Hill Where the sky is creation Itself light and cloud Are the players on high A warm breeze like soft music Ripples around us Mingled with our breath No word of a lie It would be no … Continue reading