Saint Fursey by Adam Soper

The saint of the deep and the dead,
This imperfect faith is seen.
Your falsehood lie at night the shadows of the day,
Our clarity of old.

The covetousness of the sea, the great mountains,
That dexterity of the world are breathing.

My discord leaves the noonday long,
Our health with charms displaying still.
That cruelty of the stream seems to touch the sun,
The pain of the day in the sun and darkness.

Adam Soper is an improviser, performer and composer based in the North East of England