Colin Vearncombe Beneath The Radar
Beneath the radar
The sun, moon and stars
I am breathing…
Waiting not only to inhale
I am a form forgotten
The reaching out and touching,
The duetting
To harmonise with stars as
I am breathing,
Seeking not only to inhale
Breathing,
I will scorch the heaving clamour with a stillness
Of breathing
Driven by the beauty or its lacking
There’s no going back here
Beneath the radar
I am stronger than I seemed
As I lay reeling
Waiting not only to exhale……..
One wild guess
Breathing,
I will scorch the heaving clamour with the stillness
Of breathing
Driven by the beauty or its lacking
No going back here
Beneath the radar
