The River Thames and beer flow fast on Saturdays We are specks in this unfathomable vacuum universe And it brings a glassy tear at the corner of our eye We are waiting for legendary beam to lift us away The tide will ebb and the beach grow larger Like the Empires of human making It […]
Like silvery schools of fish rolled by the tide They flow down Chepstow wrapped in their nets And you may stand against wave after wave But your hands shall remain burning and empty The fisherman will bring no catch, but deep in his eye There is this moving image of a dark green raging sea […]