Glastonbury

 Glastonbury

 

Once upon a Pandemic Summer struck 

and comes unstuck, manmade's running amok

and masks and cures and climbing figures

but never no summit in sight, all hope forsook,

here’s that very plague upon our houses.

There’s desert in my veins, but hoped for rains

seem nothing now but cancelled planes,

grounded plans and to feel your hand in mine

stands not within the prospect of belief

this Pandemic steals invisible like filthy thief.

Yet, with sweet boy's shout, Glastonbury,

and she swims my tears, pours into my head,

rains down that selfsame salt, it can be fish,

brings bread enough for five thousand,

it can be love; and dreams from this far sunset

here sufficient to rip this mask off my face.

From barren land, I now can see her clear

and together we will rise that peak instead,

walking beyond the living mourning the dead,

to see soaring sun bringing bright moon's

better times echo strains of carefree tunes

locked within her breathing, living stones.

Top Glastonbury, you and me and join hands,

raise us high in smiles and outshine our stars

crossed together, we two survey green lands,

quest plains to distant seas and spot Arabia far.

If I am here only a burden of baggage betrayed,

yours is the face to storm and blast new ages,

sweep all this manmade aside, cry Hosanna,

leave Pandemic and bring forth only Panorama.