Herewith another autobiographical poem by David Myatt from his collection One Exquisite Silence.
Summer Days Walking Roads
Day hides the stars that might shine tonight
As my life when the loneliness comes
Among the hills:
I have touched the joy that goes
Seeping down into darkness
Rooting my soul that thus a storm
Cannot wash it away.
Here – a smile to capture worlds
With hidden words
When I believe a night has no terrors
Like my own
And I sleep at peace
Beneath the dome of stars.
I – passing the world
The way each day passes to a week –
Shook dust from my clothes
And walked barefoot toward a village green.
It was no use –
I had only to forget to remember
The silence where I in gladness sang
Stopping those spirits who had waited by their trees
For one like me to visit them,
So I sit on the damp grass
For a world of love.
Then, smiling, I shake away the dew
To walk barefoot across the village green.