Poetry by Rowan Blair Colver
Beyond what seems a tangible horizon,
Stand ghostly beings individual and one,
As time expands with the universe now,
Everything possible will be there somehow,
Holly tree ancient with roots touching rock,
Evergreen barbs with bubbling annual locks,
As the air passes between the branching lashes,
Faces on the fabric form momentary flashes,
Where minstrels play to the drum of the sun,
In colours and thoroughfare long since begun,
Lost voices reverberate with forgetful charm,
And dreaming children learn the reason for calm,
Where everything originates in a vision of all,
Sits a web of silken ribbons adjusted and tall,
Decorated by bells and chimes for each soul,
And as they sound their lives each unfold.