by Aidan Chivers

As clear blue symbols dance before my eyes,
  And I lie still, my head upon the ground,
  Each part of me, in dappled sunshine crowned,
Wants formal shape in selfish compromise,
And hides itself in Nature’s rich disguise –
  I watch my youthful fragments form a mound
  Of former selves, which gather all around:
Each finds its home around me, breathes, and flies.
Between two trees which frame infinity,
  The cloudy dome of heaven seems to share
  Twin languages of romance and of prayer;
It sings its hymns to one divinity,
  Who whispers through the pious earth and air,
And holds me in its timeless unity.