ink marks on a blank page: March 2016

spirit

She trod lightly to my path

her of lithe spirit,

deep heart,

thus:

then became my life

and swaged

seamlessly

enfolded,

into the music of my soul

The Rising Sun

One of her cousins had a large yatch and on our first stay in the UK going back all those years ago took us down the Hamble for the day.We moored to a pier opposite this pub, when I saw the name I implored him to drive me to the pub next day.Was a bit worried when told that it was a tortuous drive around little back streets and even though it was only 10 miles the drive could be an hour. He did so but was bemused as to why,the Rising Sun,Animals,I said. When we eventually days later drove off to Nuneaton we passed about 20 pubs called Rising Sun, I keep that to bring myself down a peg when I get too pompous.