Paul Davey

How is it that we each come to the hearth?Where arms gather for the holding closeAnd hearts for the listening in By way of the tangle and the trackThe old green lane that invites you fromThe field of your day long labours There is a stile you must cross, at whichThe burden carried so far […]

Why does Autumn offer such sorrow and relief?Why does it have to be darkest right before dawn?Why do I have to dance in the darkness to make the sun rise again?Why do I not dance more, as I have long wished? Why does the pain send me hurtling deep insideto the original wound or else […]