Sometimes, happiness is walking down
A country road you have walked
A million times before,
Meeting yourself halfway home,
But finding yourself changed,
Not due to the ravishing of time,
But because of an altered heart
A’light with a life well worn.
I have drowned my soul
In the music of this land,
The Woods, the shores, the hills,
Until I have forgotten how to live
Anywhere else.
The tossing of the sea,
The stillness of sand in silver turmoil,
The storm-beaten trees bent in prayer…
But it is a life worth living
If your soul is on the speaking terms
With Poetry.
