early morning sky
new dreams become ambitions
beyond the moon and stars
Poetry?
my mother’s mother’s (first draft)
my mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s mother
[more mothers]
walked out of the sea a million years ago
[check timescale]
and now I find myself dreaming back in that direction
the sea as far as the moon-touching horizon
[and there is nothing to add]
full moon mastery
shadows filter as his hand hovers above the silver coin
decisions must be made, lives shaped
the moon drowns out the stars
the same star
seeing the same star
from my window
from your window
seeing the same star
in the days to come
in the days to come
I shall tend my garden
I shall be alone
with memories of your distance
until the sun falls
and the animals gather
and the clouds finally clear
from the skies
sun branches shadows
sun branches shadows
the past shaping the future
a bird sings and leaves
step by step
step by step
hand in hand
we lead each other
we hold one another
the fences have fallen
the fences have fallen
only the oak and iron gates remain
hanging drunk on their mossed stone posts
still when the wind whistles in the low valleys
when the storm clouds gather stark
when thoughts twist and turn to the older times
then the boundaries are respected
then the lions lie down in the dark
from the night
from the night
through the open window
starlight
the veil shifts
the dance will never end
if I had
if I had the tools
the tools to shape snow into feelings
if I had those tools
the tools to shape snow
my heart would never run cold
