The country has a different sky tonight; a thicker cloud of stars before the sun has softly sunk. The country has a different sound tonight; birdsong, carefree free-hearted laughter. The country has a different taste tonight; sweetly spiced and cool fresh water. The country is different from itself tonight and there is no explanation.
sky
birds reflected
birds reflected in the gutter
looping between our heads and the clouds
a wing’s breadth of existence revealed
in your eyes
in your eyes
I see stars
in the skies
the sky is burning
the sky is burning
I hold your hand
You left me flowers
You left me vases of flowers that did not die
A lemon yellow sun in the cobalt sky
A written instruction I was never to cry
All I wanted was to unhear goodbye
rain washed blue
rain washed blue skies grey
castle battlements shining
my thoughts are autumn
Moon
Ali stretched his hand towards the night sky and pulled down a crescent of milk-white seaglass, polished smooth by decades of waves. ‘Here is all the moon I can reach,’ he said. His lover smiled in silence, her eyes full of starlight. She touched the glass to her lips.
sky cool blue promise
sky cool blue promise
sun teasing through wisping clouds
eyes behind a fringe
Clouds in the sky
clouds in the sky
cloud my mind
clear tomorrow
I could gaze forever
sea
sky
your eyes
I could gaze forever
