Canonium

As I wake, I’m there again

Bright gold constant on half-dream horizon

The past is present, its layers immersing

And everything is soaked in time

Victorian stone on Roman soil

Moon age scheme on Tudor beam

Moment, place, state of mind

Earth and flesh are intertwined

While the world is just a quiet hum

That wraps around, out of bounds

Distant wheels wash through the crop

Heavy freight stirs drowsy warrens

Aged bones renewed in early sun

Warm yeast and rustic scents infuse

Now is here but filtered, tamed

The ancient civilisation reigns

Our clutter is all packed away

In smooth bare walls and empty skies

The restless seasons’ cycle pales

These transient worries, fleeting lives

Each vital piece is mapped out here

Cast long and wide on level plains 

River, hall, station, mill

Their whispered treasures buried deep

Sombre toll through cedar veil

Still finding grateful audience

Where simplicity frames a greater truth

His mysteries rise above the science

Lifespan, generations, all clarified

The silent masters’ solemn grace

They stand aside yet live within

Each turn of oak and coil of iron

I’m far away but spellbound still

This stoic cast, I envy them

So absorbed, they cannot see

They’re living in this reverie

Nowhere close, no space more real

No other place where I am me

If I should leave and not return

Canonium heart

Remain inside