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.

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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.