And did we dare, upon these rugged Yorkshire hills.
To dream we could, then frame in would, then do…
Life mirrored in the human word, embracing those who spoke it
With commitment and with love
That, flowing into what was seen up high, in heather heaven
Became, like sparkling stream in winter, a promise.
Then, eight circles later of the Sun, you left us
Three into two does go, though not in maths
But in the chambers of the heart and soul
Shared streams still flow from heather’s heights
Forever new, forever home, forever in our thoughts
Yesterday, I heard your voice, homed upon the Ilkley wind
©Stephen Tanham 2022
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.