There are places as light as the breeze
It’s a healing kind of place and a softness
Like the blues of myth and myrrh.
Wales is a smile that plays continuously
Across thin curving sweet lips.
It’s almost like a discovery;
Finding a shelf of captains logs,
Where books of shipwrecks were once kept
Preserved in waters so deep.
Complete with charts, compass and sexton
Used to navigate a sea of treasures
Recording the many lives we keep,
Of those in our hearts
But never lost in the steep.
But still, they open their birth
Not in a silence, but in wind and song
Singing praises of those in our memory
Who were once here, but are now gone
Captivated in wordless rhythms
Of our hearts.
And there, to my great surprise;
Each person and lyric is to be remembered,
So, we began to hum and sing,
Chanting of life, land and the sea
Of hope and love and you
It’s an ode to living life
And things yet to be.