you are the selkie and the unicorn
the kelpie and the dragon
You are all and everything
yet no more i'll hear your voice
And i will miss so very many things
too numerous to list
And as i sit on wood
my feet on stone
i hear the wind shake trees
i see the candle flame stutter
i smell the incense, the flowers, the hot molten wax
You are all and everything
yet no longer can i touch your skin
And i will miss so very many things
too numerous to list.
written on Sunday 1st September in Lady Chapel, Osmotherley.
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