Tavy CleaveWhen I walked along your leats;The hawk soared the sky,Singing it's song like prayer,Cutting through blue time.Round your corner of hill majesty,Tawny colours grew;Grass: dun as a horses back;Cleaved hills knitted my fissured flesh and heart.Empted I approached:The blue river of you flowed through me,Where echoed waterfalls reached deep pools,Sweet wild songs rose to the top of your granite shoulders.

Here in these lowlands,I turn and you call,Your voice comes across the miles,Reaching me at lastYour bracken filled hills resound around these walls,Your rivers swirl and heal my pain,Your oak filled greenwoods wait for my laughter.Painful it is leaving mine here;But your groves and hills have become my family,Nestling here in sheltered sleep,Your stone forest sings my dreams awake.

Etched into my dream memory.Joy, laughter, regret, despairThat moment, frozen in time,A piece of myself reflected in a landscape,The hills of my heart blur and fade….Sharpen and sing.

Ash Tree, Scorhill, Dartmoor.How many times did I pass you?Gnarled, twisted, soulful;You were a gateway to my otherworld,A silver portal to the circle of my heart,The winds have shaped your passage,Like a grey ship on stormy seas you have endured.The wave years have taken their toll,Branches bend now in nodding sleep…Your roots entwine the grey granite rocks,Smooth and strong, they bore my silent tear streaked dreams away….

The shadows of us fall away,
Opening portals within ourselves,
The joy of us, the song,
Fills us together.

We fall as one, our shadows unite,
Our sunrise opens across the sky
The landscape of us stretches out
As this dawn dampens our tears
To the silver sky.

Moss bound footsteps lead me to the weir
Cold touches my cheeks mingling with the warmth inside,
Echoes of the night surround me, unspoken whispers linger on my lips.

The river at my feet flows on and through
My open heart pours sun dappled light against the sheen
Warmth comes flooding back across the cold hope of years.

Loves sunrise opens the sky -
My upturned face meets it’s warmth
As the glow moves gently in the deep waters below.

The soft welcome healed me
In this valley  of sheltered dreams.

Time wound it’s way down muddy tracks
And flower streaked hedges shared my pain.

Rivers wove their pebbled course around me,
With every passing day my heart began to heal.

Now, slowly the oak greened night draws in ,
Owls call me to sleep as silvered words
rise to the star spangled sky