I love you
when the sun shines
when the air on my tongue
needles like bursting ice bubbles
and all other times of the year
live gentle together
live gentle together
sing my soul
sublime crescendo
Footprints
The pairs of footprints began in parallel
Sometimes overlapping in the overnight snow
I traced them across the dips and hollows
From where I stood next to the hilltop tree
On the last ascent to the cliff edge they parted
Until they each disappeared alone
I watched and waited until the last light faded
And the snow returned and covered the tracks
The sky was night-black
The sky was night-black when the last star was inked out.
The sky was night-black but the people remembered.
The sky is night-black but the warm dawn is arriving;
Keep the door open and the fire well-stoked.
She was the sort of person
She was the sort of person
behind whom a door never closed forever.
It was always on the latch, on the jar,
in case she would think to turn around
or a cry would call her back.
But now the door is closed forever
and locked and bolted by another hand
with we remaining hammering on the metal
and she silent beyond.
in the centre you
lines criss cross alive
the sound of quiet breathing
in the centre you
at the corner you
tension electric
air and fingers spark
at the corner you
impossible not to know
It was impossible not to know
but I didn’t.
Until eventually I did.
The last to know.
The electric light
the electric light was outside the window
and suddenly snapped off
I lay on my back
and from the corner of my eye
saw the sun rise
Afternoon evening
Afternoon evening
Thoughts jumping back and forward
Where were, shall we be?
