On this last post I want to publish both this photograh of Stonehenge in the winter and an anonymous English poem about this season of the year. Hope you like reading that.
When you startle awake in the dark morning
heart pounding breathing fast
sitting bolt uplight staring into
dark whirlpool black hole
feeling its suction.
Get out of bed
knock at the door of your nearest friend
ask to lie down, ask to be held.
Listen while whispered words
turn the hole into deep night sky,
stars close together,
winter moon rising over white fields
nearby wren rustling dry leaves
distant owl echoing,
two people walking up the road laughing.
Let your soul laugh,
let your heart sigh out,
that long held breath so hollow in your stomach
so swollen in your throat.
Already light is returning pairs of wings,
lift softly off your eyelids one by one
each feathered edge clearer between you
and the pearl veil of day.
You have nothing to do but live.
After copying and blogging this anonymous poem, there's here a little music like I've been doing many times when I write an article or something similar on. Here there's the Californian pianist Scott D.Davis playing on the piano the old English folk song "Greensleeves" which has been interpreted by so many singers, songwriters, choirs and music bands. He's the same pianist who arranged and covered for piano some Metallica and other rock bands works in two albums.
