Let the wind comb her hair
I am no-one yet still almost there,
A voice heard in a leaf that's falling
My vow into soft shade is calling.
See the sky within her dark eyes
I am invisible as if a breath of sighs,
A song like the breeze is shifting
My vow on the autumn air is drifting.
So slowly the sad Sun is kissing her I am the child left to shed its tear, A lullaby is sung against that skin My vow as the rain that shall begin. Let the light fall through her hair I am no - one but still almost there, A verse to love before the twilight My vow given to the hungry night. © Peter Davies 2022
TO BELONG The smell of cut grass Just after the rain, Buttercups are peeping At the new world again. Listen to the wind returning Listen to the sky, Listen to the Earth in autumn A dream to never die. The scent of the conifers Kissing your soft skin, Hazels full of anticipation The season turning to begin. Listen to the wind returning Listen to the air, Listen to the Earth in autumn A dream for us to share. The sound of chestnuts Falling so quietly tonight, While squirrels bury acorns Before the dusk's delight. Listen to the wind returning Listen to the song, Listen to the Earth in autumn A dream to just belong. © Peter Davies 2022
SOULMATE For the want of a soulmate I talk to the old Oak tree, While the river whispers by It is longing for the sea. Silent as in the shade I sit Listening to a time of stone, While the wind is twisting Around this heart alone. Need is the greed of hunger Honey the taste on the tongue, While the past it fades away New light waits to become. For the want of just one touch I climb the walls of the night, While the dark wood it rustles Beyond my sorrowful sight. © Peter Davies 2022
There is Only There is only This moment, With one breath You know the Earth; Time stands still And lonely, How many breaths Since your birth. There is only This moment, With one blink It slips silently away; The air is still And lonely, How many blinks Within a day. There is only This moment, With one kiss It drifts far from view; Life moves on And lonely, How many ghosts Disappear as dew. © Peter Davies 2022
For My Soul I walk beneath The weeping leaves, In autumn's light My skin it greaves; The Aman roars Welsh fields they sigh, From morning's kiss My soul does cry. I move along The path I choose, In silence's song That I sing or lose; The Llwchwr flows Towards the Swan sea, Still but half awake My soul and me. I breathe the air The taste of Earth, In newborn wonder Held long since birth; The Lash it rushes Over brick and stone, I am forever in love My soul alone. © Peter Davies 2022