http://slow.writerscafe.org/happyisengland The original writings of author Isaac Canton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775977220 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to run to thesea, the sea,The cool, empty sea,I want to run to the sea, the sea,And sit there just to be.  I want to run to the sea, the sea,The deep hue, blossoming sea,I want to run to the sea, the sea,And sit and fall in love with thee.  I want to run to the sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116721/ I sat upon the dewy-masked turf and closed my eager eyelidsto the wind. To my right, my book-deadened bag was discarded; instead, my light-fingered handsclasped onto a piece of pale paper, flailing and vulnerable to the whippingcurrents of air that were tearing at my senses. The rawness of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116403/ Sleepcomes like death does,Cold and quietly, silent,Until nothing remains. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116372/ O darkness, aloof messenger of dreams, In whom nightly noises creep fleetingly home,You share in my silence as would a friend.Deep pools of emptiness seep into my eyes,Catching the moonlight and starlight alike,But still the night remains constant and free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116370/ Covered in Ivy and dew,The little lark sits and cries,For her love has stole away,Caged for human eyes to play.Brave faced she struggles on,And pulls her oaken heart along,She sings so lonely in the rain,And wretched stars that look the same.She puts on her ocean blues, Just to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116365/ Thewind was wailing over the empty moorsSodden with rain and frailty The wind was crying for its loss,But his love was as invisible as he. The wind was wailing over the empty moorsHeavy with thunder and thought,The wind was beating it’s chestFor his life was falling short. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116363/ Thesun casts long sighs o’er the cathedral, Casting reflected light into mine eyeWhilst Bruges starts to sleep, I see the steepleDrenched in light of evening left to die.The gentle slated roofs bow to seeWhere no one walks save the empty night air,Cool in its melody whilst teasin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116354/ Your soul is like a summer wind;Easy and light, subtly sweet,And moves through my heart like a snowstorm.I am no answer to you, but your eyes say things beyond me;They seem to ache with a magnificenceLike the ocean by which you stand, when I think of you.You surpass me with one look, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116353/ Imagine a deep pool,blue and scented like frost,Sitting in a crook of a small, lonely brook,Under the shade of a bear and barren oak.The sunlight does not touch this place,And so the water gathers the dusk at its ownpace,Collecting the dark like a dam, the dark,Collecting the dark li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116351/ The heather grows onthe heath,Soft and sweet in the heat, And the sky, blue-bell bright, covers the trees,And the sandy ground underfoot.I fell in love on the heath, I fell in love with the stars, Tracing my finger from each,And laughing in contentedness.I whispered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116346/ Theoak in the field stands warm in the sun, And music flutters up to his old ear,And the day sighs around him, gently young,And a wandering musician grows near. The musician coaxes his load up the grass track,And the bees flit around his heavy head, And he breathes past the oak with hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116345/ You were a nightingale,I was a thief,I could not catch you,You were too quick on your feet.Weightless, you soared away,Into the early day, I was hopeless as you crept out of sight.Into the cold and the clear and the bright.Now I wake up to the sound of my own voice,So I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyisengland/1116344/