Full  moon an orange orb

hung low in smoky night

church bells chime the hour

I dream a ghostly vista

where horses speak & sea rises

phosphorescent.

Before is as nothing.

Sand through fingers

the echo of a

once loved voice

distant now

you swim in pattern

fingers arching for hand hold

you fall into each morning

caught like falling leaves

craving warmth,

as I do.

I am gone from here

a phantom of the dream:

sun chases night fear

a flicker in a passing breeze.

The hills roll on tight curled

to mountain. Blood & bone

mark territory in this polished

‘now’.

Hot air, sunshine: beyond the stars

a trillion firmaments of mystery

& we like children at the fairground

hurtle onwards.

Cruise liners stoke out to lip

of cupped horizon: earth drops

touches void of interstellar vacuum

inhale: exhale: pause & pause again

each mesmerizing moment

a new beginning.

Sunrise a pink glow

birds shout, cacophony.

Dreams disappear

like fairy tales,

we are nomads

searching for shelter

the pool flickers

insects buzz & hum

we journey to

we journey from

footsteps down the road

we did not choose,

haunt us.

This earth hides our stories

chaos reigns again

it leaves us empty

you gift me ‘this’

you gift me ‘that’

you demand

everything.