willow I remember you
wet with mist
I tossed a handful of moonbeams
all over you
willow I remember your
limbs and kisses
here in this grace of crows
here in this March snow
when sky is falling
sorrow walks the streets
spreading like blood
into fingertips of wind…
my crying words falter
silence becomes my voice
trees bend low, shadows
paint the blue black of night
i want to sing to you…
as trees stroke the quiet
and wind whispers its secrets
in blue shadows and soft songs
i want to sing to you…
as night remembers the distance
between silence and the silver
light of morning on river ice
if you stand next to me
you will hear the sound of rain
weeping in its darkness
if you hold me to your heart
you will hear clocks whisper
in the black slate of night
if you call my name, i will come
and dreams will fall from my mouth
like songs woven with stars
you make me dizzy, i dance
spinning round you
like earth flying wildly
in circles about the sun
an aura of your swirling
particles flows over me
as moonlight falls from the sky
winter night snow fall
sky clean with cold
her warmth a gift
under the eyes of stars
beautiful in silence
he is every colour
of north wind and fire
he carries storms
under his skin, and
she loves him wildly
as a fox does the moon
I am thinking now
of hooded cloaks and blackthorn sticks
of rucksacks full of dream-bound books
and out there in the glowing wood
memories of our ancient selves
flickering in and out of time
in that tale of the dawn
when we first saw
the world
through the eyes
of new-born dragons
alone in a wilderness of words
unbuttoning thought from
the unknown language
of a winter bird’s chatter
morning unfolds... blue white
swallowed in soft shadow
a breath of time, a sigh
tears collect in a crying wind
morning stillness…transparent
the gently falling snow
love is the voice
under all silences,
the hope which has
no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong
mere force is feebleness;
the truth more first than sun,
more last than star… ~e.e. cummings
i recognise your words
i have touched them
as if my hands
once held them
i recognise the clay
of their forming
i look for you
without looking
i sing your name
with each trembling
note of the night
you rest in my soul
wide open sky unfolds
its wings…a smile gleams
without shadows falling
i hold your heart, each beat
a song , an intimate flame
painting the night ablaze