…the blue ink of night still on their wings, freed the stars from their breasts, they did, a blistering pre-dawn racket. And only with your hand in mine I see: how beautiful the darkness could be…
Find me beyond the rose bushes, silent rivers fearless and deep. Declare me boldly, in fading moonlight, a raging storm, a hidden love.
Dreamt u beneath the heavy boughs, limbs laden with white, strange snow; then up from the dark soil – wildflowers of pink, and yellow, and purple, and blue, how like your beautiful soul.
You stand there, across from me, or maybe you’re on the back seat. I scan your face, your eyes, your lips, and your ears, the ploughed earth, the sowing seeds of enraged words, for yet was I to learn the beauty of grace
From the dusky dawn I hid my eyes, and from the omen, two dueling hawks; but a boon, the robins ushered me into the day.
I have dreaded the long, cruel evening hours, the shadows upon the morning that loom large, the long tail days that slink into night, and into every room – without you. And I have dreaded in them the empty reflections of myself.
There’s this moment, before she becomes white hot, pale sea blue along the edges, climbs the ladder of the skies, I would turn left, east up the hill along Albert, a bucket of molten gold she pours – in the middle of the street, and it is briefly blinding, or I can see clearly theContinue reading “X41”
Saw you again today. Met you years ago. Harboured no recognition. Spent too many days dreaming you. The all too human limitations. The frantic hands. The betrayed impatience to fix what was too late in fixing. Felt neither love nor rage. The crashing disappointment. Saw you again today. Asked with the silence bespoken by thoseContinue reading “Bequeathed”
And one day, Your feet on the morning grass. Or maybe from an open back door, or a cracked window: The rumour of spring. The tall tales of lives too briefly lived, Or not at all…