Lindisfarne
Slow rising mist
Enfolding the land
Seawater shifts on a bed of sand
A forest of kelp dances
Beneath its motion
The water moves
With the tides of the ocean
And here we are
We have come this far
To say a prayer
On Lindisfarne
Here in the rock
Bathed in a gentle glow
The golden half-light
Of the setting sun
A shadow of wings
Flying fast and low
Out of my sight
Into the distance gone
And here we are
We have come this far
To say a prayer
On Lindisfarne