Youth ran through my fingers like water or sand
my hands as dry as late-summer grass
Hands and heart, hands and heart
skin rasps, blood thickens
Love ran through my fingers as youth did
my hands dry, my hands dry
Poetry?
Night draws in
Night draws in its ice-chill velvet curtains
Frayed clouds worn patchwork beyond the trees
If you ever think of me, please say my name
Inverleith Park December
sunlight cold on frozen water
the taste of snow advancing from the east
the moon behind the trees impassive
Leaves flash shy
Leaves flash shy undersides
sky-light against the crowding clouds
before the storm silent birds hide invisible:
what should I think of, if not tomorrow?
Waking with a heart thump before the sun rises
Waking with a heart thump before the sun rises
I count my fingers then my toes
in silent stillness I sense the places
where the blood flows fastest
the places where it pools
in my head I feel the hollows
where all the coloured memories live
where the memories not yet gained will grow
In the darkness I lie still as stone
and breathe
and you
Planes cross above us
planes cross above us
wide chalk lines on blue
skies promise freedom
Rocket trails weightless
rocket trails weightless in the star-studded sky
flower bursts hang, hang
fall like clothes
softly dropping to a carpeted floor
Thank you for being
Thank you for being here with me
Thank you for being
Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being
Thank you for being you
Thank you for being
Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being
Thank you for being here with me
Thank you for being
Did you fall in love?
Did you fall in love?
No, I dove.
angry sun whipped-up sea dusty wind
I
dive
deep
deep
down
lead-tipped arrow straight
the sand chills my hand
Red sky all night
red sky
all night
the world ends
begins again
last night
sky cries
simonsalento 