the route to your soul


the route to your soul

Curious deep blue eyes ask of me - what are you doing Simon?
then turn easily into gentle summer play.

Warm light lands on your lightened hair and bounces
from friend to friend as tent fabric becomes secret cave.

A moment caught in camera lasts longer than the thoughts of hot dog afternoon tea.
Your fleeting glance melts my heart and soul.

Leafy light throws a million green reflections into a perfect balm.
The loudest sound remains that of young feet on mowed grass.

In the time it took for that apple to fall from the garden's orchard,
In the time it took for you to project your action man across the flower bed
I have found my soul again and it is flooded.

Si Homfray

Somer’s family home near Stratford.   SH 6/9/02