Again to Milmeray

Travel far to Milmeray where dreamers dream and writers write.
There in the silver grey of night I go in search of ghosts, among the stones of the ancient one and trees that died in summer.

                    Will the stranger come
                    the one I saw that ev’ning
                    when the moon sat high.

But fate decreed it not to be.  The sky fell black and hid from me that friendly moon. The clouds descended cold and wet to chill my soul and steal away my sleep. I lay defying all the fates in anger then.  I spoke to no-one in a loud voice, inventing phrases I should have written and words I should remember now.  But like the snake that needs the sun, the coldest night will slow my mind and body and reason will take flight.

                    So now you refuse
                    to let me wait for ghosts
                    in the warmth of night

                    You drown my dreaming
                    and turn my mind  away from
                    pleasant thoughts of she.

Abandoned hopes of sleep to trek the stony ground in sodden darkness and return then to a warmer place.  Fate will turn to face where she will, and man in simple mood can but follow.  Her moods are many for the ways of man so often set to contradict the very thing she set in stone. I have known so long, that when the tree has lost its leaves and fruit has all been eaten, there are words of wisdom in those naked twigs and beauty in its simple form.

                    Nature will create
                    tomorrow and tomorrow
                    only beauty there

                    warmth to hide the cold
                    voice to keep me company
                    so to guide my thoughts

And as the writer writes, he finds the words and characters he seeks, in the rocks and the dry creek bed,  unexpected in a fallen tree or in a sound.  Though she may choose to rain and chill the air,  the magic of Milmeray will never fade.  Bruised souls will find a soothing word and the healing embrace of my writers’ world.