my heaven is
the swimming flow
my effort low
with timing right
observe as i do the birds and trees
the kingfisher willow
goosander swallow
and the fish and the bees
the honey buff
roach and rudd
all from the waterline
and oh, the waterline
flows to my songs
when i sing of the water
keep company of
the bright bell sounds
harmony from tonewood
the overtones clear
from my fresh steel strings
i feel, i feel
under my fingers
for ever
for ever
like a cycle
on a long summer day
when the road is clear
no potholes in sight
the wind at our backs
with nowhere really
particular to be
by when, for ever
exploring the villages
hamlets and such
in my ceremonial county
and all while my beautiful
insightful friends
come and they go
with the heavens we share
and the heavens we don't
and we laugh and we joke
and we swim and we sing
and we play and we roll
and i realise, then
that i have these all
and all of them now
in the nows