SENSATIONAL BLUE
20/08/2014
Just how sensational is that blue
The one made by these light beams
Not the darker cathartic kind
That soothes the bluesman’s bad dreams
This one's made by the evening sun
Setting low above the town
Just two hours before the candle glow
That deep orange of it going down
Just how many shapes can clouds throw
Like they’re belching out smoke from a fire
As if they’ve built a hundred chimney stacks
All across the Mull Of Kintyre
And the ripples and dimples and sky waves
As they float out towards Rathlin Island
I’m not sure Dawkins has it right
‘Cos I’m pretty sure God is smiling
And I look at who I’m with
You’re the image of something higher
Higher than sunset's bursting colours
That set the sky on fire
Just how vivid is this evening air
The Fair Head’s deciding to strut right out
Veins of rock with heaven in the detail
Leaves the atheist a mountain of doubt
There is a beauty elusively placed
That picture postcards just can’t capture
Like you walking this beach beside me girl
God has me by the throat with his rapture.
And I look at who I’m with
You’re the image of something higher
Higher than sunset's bursting colours
That set the sky on fire
This is our place
Our mystical space
Where we clear the clouds that have been
This is our time
The verse to our rhyme
Where we find visions of pictures unseen.
Someone needs to come up with a melody for this one...
Posted by: John Trinder | 22/08/2014 at 12:17 AM
Love this Steve, you are waxing lyrical on your favourite theme, which is a beauty beyond compare!! Well done on this poetry... Brendan
Posted by: Brendan McManus | 27/02/2015 at 04:07 PM