Song generates a warmth

  A warmth and yearning.

  Filled and drawn to,

  The light that comes

  from the Summer’s Evening West.

  Across roofs, trees, lights and Towers

  To the horizon that is a blaze of colour.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  Warm, welcoming.

  And making Me want to chase it.

  To the shore

  Across the estuary

  To another land that is bounded by a western sea.

  Oh to fly like an Eagle or a gull.

  To come and go

  To journey forth

  And to return

  Between the lands that are cut by the

  two estuaries.

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