Of all the moments, there you were:
Alone in thoughts, and thoughts alone,
With lessons learned in fields of corn,
With pasts to run from, pasts which form.
Alone in knowing reverie.
An open book of worlds to touch.
Alone and deeper still, within:
Those worlds of darkness, warmth and words.
From Bordeaux, running field to field,
Remember all those tainted hopes?
From Britain, homeless, drifting, cold,
Whilst all around was burning light
That strength once learned has found its poise:
A stillness brought from years of pain.
inspired by the work of painter Gwen John, especially “The Student” in Manchester Art Gallery