Blaze your furious gold upon me, and burn out those shadows that have made my mind their nest!
Fiercely broil away that damp and heavy grey that has soaked my very heart with its Dismal Gloom!
Let your roaring Light of Warmth and Brightness scorch and ember the socks so weary of the Drizzle!
Ok, I'm not John Donne, I know. (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=173385). But you can imagine the relief... The first bit of sunlight I've seen for what seems an age. Don't take that golden NZ light for granted all.
3 comments:
Crikey - them's potent words! Make me nearly go back to bed! B
Love the poetic touch Matt!!
blech, sorry best i could do at extremely short notice. no more i promise
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