Came to the Welsh country. It was in the South; West Glamorgan and below the Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountains and near the east of Pembrokeshire.
It’s where we will live for nearly the whole of our life. I was summoned home to Wales by your alchemy with verses of love poems and translations from French.
Sometimes there seems to be a precipitated dramatic change at times. A retreat perhaps is needed. Do we long to return to the innocence of pre-existence? Is it the soul that is in us that exiles and aches to go back home, to regain that unspoilt vision…..
A vision of the innocence of childhood and the natural world; we are both poets, we suffer a sense of loss. But nothing is equal to that first light to which we will return to each other’s arms when this dust settles.
But in the meantime, I see you in a light; you maintain a twinkling humour and wisdom. It’s a charming meditation of one who dreams of paradise and light, watching for the first rays of the sun in the morning.