Walls

Thoughts on the splendour of things

In this land there are wonders

I have touched, tasted and devoured them – heard them call, sing and scream too

In their joy and in their sleep

their beauty and horror astounds me.

All about there are green hills and leafy valleys

Birds singing, water falling, animals calling

Life and its death all about – in the woods and on the streets

I run with all of it; time’s show

All through the land and the space

gold and brilliant painted letters tell stories about the beauty

The tales pull us in – painted on glorious shimmering walls of jewels

We gather, drawn in, and read – as fools

Like you (and me writing) through these words we learn and get to know

of all of the things that, if we would only stop, turn and look

and see all about – our words, like our thoughts, merely confine us

Turn around.