original acrylic, pencil and pastel on stretched canvas 102 x 152 cm
In the wake, reminders remain Whispers of what's been and what might come for those who follow They hang in the air Waiting and ready for those who would look
When I went When I went there, I didn't know the way I knew that there was a way That it was open to the sky and higher than where I was now
Sometimes in dreams I try to fly in that sky I know that I can And yet There is a weight inside of me That pulls me to the earth again
When I passed through here, I learnt that there is always a way I learnt that for sure That if I faced forward and felt with my hands Eyes closed Listening That I would catch hold of whispers and hints and echos Clues for footholds And pointers to paths Safeways
Sometimes when I look back I can see the pieces Hear whispers and truths Scattered and left In the wake In the misty In the half-light Left to mark the way for those who might follow
Sometimes when I look beyond Through and out and up I see the future And I know that it will always be fogged by uncertainty and newness And yet And still There are whispers and reminders that remain.