"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

23 May 2011

Head in the clouds.

Where we start is where we end
We step out sweetly, nothing planned
Along by the river we feed bread to the swans
And then over the footbridge to the woods beyond





We walk ourselves weary, you and I
There's just this moment





I light a campfire away from the path
We lie in the bluebells, a woodpecker laughs





Time passes slowly our hearts entwined
All of the dark times left behind





The day is done
The sun sinks low
We fold up the blanket, it's time to go





We walk ourselves weary, arm in arm
Back through the twilight
Home again





We waltz in the moonlight and the embers glow
So much behind us
Still far to go




All taken over a two hour period, from the same spot in the grass. Gilmour's Live in Gdansk provided a nice backdrop to the show up there.

Almost perfect ...

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