Composed on a walk between Hampstead Highgate (not too far from John Keat's house) late 1980's
It has been a day for wandering beneath this sky of early spring among these trees to freely breathe in an Eden Green i can scarce believe the beauty of this scene -the sunlight shines in through the trees like bright gold blazing from my dreams and sparkles just so that it seems the sunbeams tiptoe on the breeze
In this my magic afternoon of rambles over sleepy heath I am bathed In cool tranquility for here the world breathes out a breath that stirs the child that weeps in me and calls him to be free
Somehow it as occurred to me that I will never quite completely be at peace in the world of peoples schemes but there is something in this scene -that is in the soul and stuff of me and this is the spring of my poetry
so cut me open when I die inside me you will find the sky and in my heart the mellow sun and behind my eyes - the makers mystery.