Scott Barley
filmmaker & fine artist




Closer



Upon liminal spheres where dreams are woven,
Adrift between stars and the trees,
I pass closer to the golden dawn.

There’s a warmth beyond the shadow.
I feel the aurum under my eyelids,
And I hope the birds will sing.

Oh, I hope I will hear the birds sing...

Perhaps a knowledge that never comes.

for David Robert Jones (8th January 1947 - January 10th 2016)