It’s 4.m.

the sky’s a silver

shade of grey

 

swallow’s clatter

in the eaves, my mind

is somewhere far

 

from sleep:

I think of you.

 

It isn’t true

that I don’t care,

it’s just that ‘’life’’

 

took over

way back there

we lost our link

 

I broke away.

 

It’s 4a.m.

the sky’s so light

how could I sleep

 

my head it aches

I fear the future

like an empty drum

 

it bangs it’s

tune.

 

It isn’t true

that I don’t care,

I look at you

 

all radiant with

your golden hair

your Angel closely

 

intertwined:

I’m wishing

all the wonder

 

life can find

wrapped up

in diamond

 

wedding twine

I’m sending

all my love

 

to you.

 

 

Sun at zenith

June’s dance

unfurls

 

Moon through

midnight sky

throbs silver:

 

& bittersweet

whisper of life

slices.

 

She runs through

bindweed to

copse’s edge

 

a circle of trees

tremble above

her head

 

& the fox cubs

call a baby’s cry

‘’Mine all mine’’.

 

Downy heads

& sleepless

nights

 

small hands

curl on velvet

breast

 

now in

churchyard

laid to rest

 

rimmed in

moonlight

roses left

 

she watches.

 

Sun at zenith

mid-summer

sky

 

full moon

whispers

‘’Not I, not I’’  

 

& is it true

she passed

the test

 

of time?

 

”All mine,

all mine…..”

 

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The space between

thought of coffee

 

& the cream

 

an open door

to air, to light,

 

a whispering tree.

 

The space between

a look, & culmination

 

sigh,

 

the day I turned

& caught your eye:

 

like turquoise sea

you were for me

 

a jewel of intensity

a kismet.

 

Here I stand

& question why….

 

I fill the spaces

in this life,

 

with words:

 

I search the gaps

in time to find

 

the space between

to anchor in

 

I know it’s mine.

 

 

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Skylight to the stars

moon glows close to

 

Jupiter & Mars

my mind hangs lightly

 

above Milky Way

waiting for Galactic

 

Sunrise.

 

I fell into

rose mist

 

lay back from

weight of days

 

& all my sorrows

dropped away.

 

In dream we

become again

 

gentler now

less intense

 

‘’Beloved’’ takes

my breath

 

from me,  as I

 

fall into

a rose mist

 

it holds me like

a loving hand

 

& the Gods

turn.