I have never loved in so full a fashion.
Each moment crystal clear.
At one with all the world in a moment.
Alone with sea and cliff and fear.
The fear that drives the wanderer onward, the fear that lies in letting go…
the fear, like a guy rope, pins you downwards,
if you move on,
the fear you tow.
In a distant island I lived a little,
My fear of ‘alone’ a distant mist.
But somehow I wish, as we were together,
We could have sealed it