A Contemplation

When troubled by a festering darkness

That sucks all joy from life and renders me purblind,

Numbed in a clouding senility

Then, when I yearn for song, and long for light

I hear and see the gentle ripple of the Thames

Seeping into consciousness, the sound opens shutters to

Long-stifled light.

All motes are scattered in blazing ecstatic dance

Casting liquid colour into every macula

And raining shape, form, life, movement,

Line, colour, harmony

making sense of nonsense in the dinning mind

Seeing nothing but an all-obliterating

Lunacy where there is tenderness.

Light life, life light.