The Flute

The Flute

from the far reaches
of enfolded time
the sound
of the flute
has come down to us

whether from the
dark mystery of woods
from moorland
river banks
or the murmuring of streams

it is a solitary sound
the sound of tears
and heartbreak
of love
and of laughter

what other instrument
can better emulate
the voice at dusk
of calling birds
or the belling
of curlews from
lonely places

and now my home
to your fluting
note by
trembling note

as you draw aside
for me
the curtains
of your

– – – – cameron – – – –