Slice of moon

wisp of cloud

trees stand sentinel:

a solitary leaf floats

church bell chimes

the midnight hour

staunch, ancient.

Dreams appear

& disappear

I have slept a

thousand moons

to wake each day

with memory

of you so clear:

a flock of birds

in predawn flight

beneath the earth

my beauty lies

cold & deep

so fast asleep

wrapped completely

in her best attire.

Here I struggle

& obey the body’s

ins & outs

the numinous elusive,

fleeting as a kestrel’s cry

he hovers over

winter field,

I pass on by.

As the water flows deep dark & silent

so do these memories of you

slightly changed with absence.

These years have flown

with other journeys,

important at the time

but just a footnote to our life.

The winter dawn shimmers

behind the trees, & wild geese

fly their V towards warmer climes

trees drop crisp golden leaves

bright red berries herald coming snow

I’m too old & tired to read between the lines

this world’s engulfed in hatred’s fire.

As the water flows deep dark & silent

so do these memories of you

slightly changed but ever present.

It’s that bittersweet time of year

summer on the run & winter storms

gathering force.

One wish that you were here

tall girl a swirl in your step

the smile that radiates with light,

this life has been a hectic ride

from Hollywood to 3rd world bar

& back via several stars

I’m hoping for a resurrection

before the death, maybe a softer trend

a moment’s breath that’s out of time,

a moment that is yours & mine.