Pass slowly over me

Pass slowly

Pass slowly over me

 

Blue and pearl of July sky

 

Lift from this day

 

A living crown of summer’s leaves

 

And place it on my hidden head

 

As lasting ghost of sky that shone

 

 

This done, let me pass this way 

 

When days are dark and short

 

And ground is mud and slush

 

When man and dog have weary feet

 

Their homeward trek near ended 

 

To wooden fire that warms the soul

 

 

With shortened strength in darkening eve

 

Let me pause a breath, remembering

 

And reaching back, pull down that crown

 

Then, for a heartbeat, blaze within

 

Uniting dark and light in song of human tide

 

Whose role and right is seeing both.

 

 

©Stephen Tanham 

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19 Comments Add yours

    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, Ladies. Yes, bitter and sweet emotions…x

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  1. jenanita01 says:

    Beautiful, yet bitter sweet… a conversation with my soul…

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  2. Reblogged this on Stevie Turner, Indie Author. and commented:
    Nice poem. I like this one.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, Stevie.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. what a heart tug, that first line….

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    1. stevetanham says:

      It was written from deep emotions, Annette. Thank you! x

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  4. Beautiful and so filled with longing, Steve. Stunning poem.

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    1. stevetanham says:

      Thank you, Diana. It came from somewhere very deep, this one x

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      1. I was left a little awestruck. Funny how when it comes from somewhere deep, it goes somewhere deep. ❤

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        1. stevetanham says:

          In Britain, particularly the far north, the ‘perfect days’ are few. This was one such and I wanted to stop and reflect on the glowing and perfect cloud formation, and the fact that such beauty can never be held, only remembered… x

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  5. rivrvlogr says:

    From longing to lament, which, in itself, is a longing for what was.

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    1. rivrvlogr says:

      (And, well done.)

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  6. This is a really lovely poem, Steve.

    Like

  7. stevetanham says:

    Thank you, Robbie. One from the heart…

    Like

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