When I look along the furrowed rows
of neighbours fields with squinted eyes
I see not green and silver trees alight,
but snow white horses dancing in the light.
Not in the heat of a hot Spanish day,
but in my favourite cool English bay.
Atop the cliff, blown by the channel stream
furrows in the waves appear crisp and cream,
my beloved horses plunging in the surf
the gulls and guillemots scream in their mirth.
Horses show me reliability.
and Unicorns? Spirituality.
And there they weave in and out the cavern
wrought by the master carver, the ocean.
This land of green and gold and dancing light
calls on many levels both dark and bright,
and my return will come there is no fear
the path is laid and the way is now clear.
Hear me as I call you ancient masters,
mariners and masons, all you casters
of runes, tarots and mystic spell makers.
Once called a foreign place forever England
and so it is, here in my beating heartland.
My return will cause the earth to shake
as the return to it’s right place I make.
In Love and Faith Hanukah
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