Pete's Gaia

Gaia
Crop Circles
Silbury
Gate Post
The Chestnuts
Addington
The Downs
View Over Barbury
Sarsen Remains
Day House Lane
Caractacus Stone
Not What It Seems
North Of Garris
Gun Rith
Lanyon
Tinkinswood
Clach Stein
Grimes Graves
Andromeda Calling
Its A Fact
Theres Always The Sun
Middle Name
Yemmerawanyea
E.T.S.C.
The Avery Hill Postman
Vince Pickering
Erica
Excellency
6th September 1988
Watch This Space
Biro
Calligraphy
The Flying Standard
Female Of The Species
National Tree Week
Gregory Crescent
Dear Prime Minister
Most Glorious Majesty
Early Start
Scarlet
Equus
Butterfly
Milking Time
Chartwell
Bird Of Prey
Watch Me
Skoda Stroll
What To Be?
Chariot
The Sussex Coast
The Tarn
Golden Cloud
Sunrise
Do You...
Darling
The Stars
Gradually faded into sleep,
The Velvet Sky
Sighed into wakefulness,
Beamed its brightest smile,
Stretched on tiptoe,
Breathed the deepest breath,
And gently whispered the lightest breeze
At me.

This warm thermal
Took hold of my heels,
Lifted me above the morning haze
To where the Golden Sun
Glowed.

My fragile form,
Filled with the strength
Of one thousand butterflies,
Lifted free from Mother Earth,
Higher than the tallest trees,
Higher than the pointed mountains,
Higher even than the towering cumulus,
Into the black of Space,
Soon to where my outstretched fingers
Could stroke the Sparkling Stars,
Where the Rainbows of Constellations,
Draped around my shoulders,
Glisten.

Later,
Again,
I am cocooned in this Chrysalis
Waiting for the Morning Star.