Van Morrinson

When did I stop listening to the Irish Guru
and his powerful brilliant succinct words
that caressed my soul like honey to my mouth
when did i stop reaching for that place he knew
the inarticulate speech of the heart the beat
of the time forever you my dreamer brother
you my soul  my green crystal ray you love
you you you you you you you you you you
knew the yew tree you knew the rhythm of
loneliness and  longing for the divine