Down By Streams and Harbour

A steam of sub-consciousness takes him to kissing a bouquet of rivers Blessed by fortune and mindfulness Tim follows his passion for nature Star struck the Horizon unfolds over a canopy of breathless adventure Uncovers sunshine and rays as rain bows to shivering heaven below As thunder and lightning explode and expose a meandering delta he Needs no reminder that grapes lie undraped and sweet juice calls awaiting In his mind he strokes moist wilderness amazed at the flooding of wetlands Hovers over a small swelling hill set to the tunes of season’s exuberant joy Charmed by a flute presiding over the peninsula just nether of Cape Town The cloth settles in glorious fog like a blanket caressing valleys and peak Exploring a new continent of dreams has never before been so exquisite No direction nor map and no compass no South Wester where oceans meet Tim needs no coat for protection no umbrella not a hat for his longing Although Leonhard Cohen’s Famous Blue Raincoat springs to his mind Dylan’s Hard Rain peals away for the moment sheltered by passion Here as they lie in a beach hut of dreams spread under flakes of Karma Chakras in full colour channels open and unbound energy and desire Kim guides his wandering fingers and the hands of the time piece is still When they reach that sweet oyster bequeathed by the triangle of shivers And Chronos meets Kairos at the slope of cliff face flora and pleasure They know not only pirates steam and stream from lighthouse to harbour 14th February 2019