Dark descends

@ 4pm:

 

we are locked

in winter’s crucible.

 

Battered by

our storms

 

adrift in

salt scape.

 

White wolf

keens

 

its solitude

under

 

new moon.

 

Sleep brings

nightmare

 

too many

hours

 

lost,

until

 

earth coils,

turns to face

 

the light.

 

Standing stones

catch the dawn

 

bright through

mythical fingers..

 

 

 

 

 

Sunrise

opalescence:

 

old moon

dissolves.

 

Sea returns

& returns,

 

until we are

fish food,

 

wind chime

a thrush’s

 

song.

 

You are

not apart:

 

held

 

inside

Polaroid

 

memory,

 

captured

in synapse.

 

Twenty years

of that,

 

twenty years

of this,

 

& twenty

to finish.

 

Full moon

sunrise,

 

opalescence:

 

dust motes

float

 

& all

the drama

 

shifts

to this

 

quiet

reflection.

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

High wide sky

hint of jewelled

 

crescent.

 

Two breaths

a dying sun

 

fireball burning

the horizon.

 

Breathe again,

eyes up

 

starlight

 

pings from

velvet

 

evolution.

 

Suspended

orbs

 

knocking

equilibrium

 

leaving us

fish like,

 

mouth’s wide

gasping.