July 19th 2025

This too will end:

the sleepless nights

my heartache & your pain

 

palpable fear evaporating:

tinting the air like poison gas.

 

We too will cease

like the rain after a stormy night

all sadness washed clean.

 

Who would have guessed

these forty years would pass so fast:

chapter following chapter

 

each page a gilded jewel

no regrets, & there you are

so tall & silent in your skin

 

the skin I wove & wear

within my own cells.

 

So many lost to us but still

you carry vengeance like a right

it leaves us powerless.

 

We breathe the same air

we see the same light

we cannot pretend we are not alive

 

closer in dreams than daily life.

 

I say again this one last time,

‘This too will pass’

like the stars that shine in endless night

 

we will always be together.

 

 

 

 

 

Victoria Mosley
The Garden

A path revealed

neath rich black soil

 

a hidden glimpse at

long gone lives:

 

a pair of gloves

some rusty shears

 

a wild rose tree

says ‘they’ were here.

 

The garden wakes

in summer song

 

the blackbird cruises

dew drenched lawn

 

the shades of those

who’ve gone before

 

shimmer glimmer

disappear.

 

Here you & I

are passing through

 

plant golden apples

of the sun

 

the cherry blossom’s

sweet caress

 

shows how we stood

& paused a while

 

then turned our backs

we too are gone.

 

 

Victoria Mosley
Okavango Delta

The still point in a spinning world

where, for a heartbeat silence fills

the void.

 

Wind in the canvas billows,

night falls away with the long slow call of lion:

behind my head hyenas squabble over leopard kill.

 

Later with the heat

 

cheetah stretch in swaying grass

light ‘n dark dappled miracles

invisible as the light shifts.

 

In front of me the long sloping canter

of giraffe, zebra dazzle with the wildebeest

at sundown hippos bob & disappear,

 

only their ears visible

against the silver of the pool.

 

Wind in the canvas billows,

while I could lie forever here rocked

in nature’s cradle.

 

 

Vultures pick the lion’s kill

once more the night is hollow

with chimera of movement,

 

baboons battle above my head

& the grass breathes  the Delta’s immortality

life & death an inch away

 

as water glistens and the elephant’s

grey shadows glide the horizon.

 

Victoria Mosley