Through the candle flame and out of the barn door I saw the stars piercing the velvet night. I walked outside; snow creaked. Straight above our heads a single star shone brightest as others spiralled in silence. Your hand was warm in mine. It is time to go back in.
Written for Scottish Book Trust December 2021
stars softly look down
a single distant owl calls
stones wise as lovers
in silence we watched the storm of birds
stitch the tattered sky together
as the sun slid down behind the hills
stars shone through the spaces they had missed
beneath the star
beats the heart
above the beat
the star shines
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beneath the star
beats the heart
grass slowly grows
star daisy-crowned
turns to face the moon
silence in the shadows
planting seeds by starlight
moonbeams guiding their growth
watered with tears and brightened by smiles
the wind from the north and the sun from the south
stars shoot, fall at night
– sacred imagination –
then the clouds blow in
he paints the ceiling
with swirls of stars
and watches them in the closed-eye darkness
every odd-shaped interval
a single star gold-silver falls
till sleep or morning comes
Stars?
What do I need with stars
when you are in my arms
and I in yours?
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