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.