Imagine it is 6am, not a great time for musicians, trust me! Usually just going to bed! But up and out into the cold air, which embraces like an early morning dip in a polar bear's hunting hole! Magical, yet frost bitten! Huddled in the bus with warm woollen knits, waiting...
and then in that early morning haze, to be so incredibly awestruck by the magnificence of the world's simple pleasures! Whilst sat on the boat, gliding across the silvery water, cutting through the mist like a knife through soft butter ... I write this to the sweet strum of my ukulele...
That I
A scrap of nothing
A scraggamuffin from nowhere
Should see this wistful mist
Smoke curdling
Glass like shimmer
The clouds mirrored
Wrapped around mountain peaks
The immensity of space
The slowness and stillness
Of peaceful pace
The icy lake morning
Kissed through my face
The worry of the day
Now replaced
By the gentle break
And me,
The breeze from nowhere
Of nothing
Should in this moment
See everything at once
My tears
Welled from the same spring
Bring me closer to myself
Than I have ever been
Clean from within
Broken free
From all expectation
The Captain of my own moment
Me, a scrap of something
Part of this
Nature's kiss
A blissful parting
From that which has laid
Un-rested
The suns own daughter
Tested
Shining now
A beacon
for the tomorrows I shall live
From this moment
