With gentle care, my drunken head
Is upwards tilted, facing Sun
I glimpse pale gold in summer’s field
To trace, already, winter’s dread
As hues of autumn’s failing now revealed
Too soon! Unready heart implores!
But she, intent and moistened scent
Upon the harvest’s fulsome bliss
Inscribes my name on deeper lands-
Baptising wordsmith with her kiss
This is my chosen task–her ask
To face the winds, the rain and snow
To see the bare yet feel the beat
Of life withdrawn to hidden mask
As thickened leather wraps my feet
To dig through darker months the toil
Our hands return to deeper soil
Which, haunted by four faces’ song
Five-finds a singer always whole
And tells her truth; to write the wrong
©Stephen Tanham 2020
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.
The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.