When the Sun

When the sun dries the morning's dew
I shall mow the grass
where I walked naked in the early light
feeling your smile
as the shadow of my shape walked with me,
filling me with humble pride, sharing creation,
revelling in its freedom.

When the sun rises above the laurel hedge
I shall take coffee
where the blackbird hunts and the squirrel
stores away its dreams
for the cold silent months. And I'll remember
the sound of your presence watching over me
growing our insistent love.

When the sun burns down from above the pines
I shall retreat
where I have prepared a meal for our
communion
and as I eat I will offer each morsel to the Lord
who watches over you so far away, who will
bring you safely home.

When the sun fades beyond our Dorset hills
I shall seek our bed
where the scent of you remains on the pillow
invisibly holding a dream
that I will share with you tonight as every night
and in our dream there is no ocean, no distance
insurmountable.

When the sun calls me again from dreams
I shall return
warmed by memories renewed.
And as I prepare
to travel that day's journey I will know
that time and space remain illusory .
Your soul and mine together walk always
beneath a truer sun.

Kim James
16 June 2003