Love, May it burn bright In the tossing and turning Of your sleepless night May it help you To settle It is the tick of the wren In the bright golden gorse The shafts of silver Breaking the darkness Of thunder-cloud The flint-scent of lightning The dampness of earth The sound of the sunshine Lighting the most beautiful hill With lark-song and butterflies Wind in the rushes And the welcoming call of homecoming geese #poetry