Diamonds burn the lawn
crescent moon fades
a faint red frieze bleeds the sky.
I never knew what ‘old’ would feel
heart still hosts its beat, the breath
frosty puffs in time.
Gone are days of excess joy
& all the pain has settled
to a dull ache
like distant thunder
so talk to me of quantum leaps
a universe that folds its unknown stars:
I watch the waves on broken shore
they mesmerize the tiny hum
of unborn life.
Here a speck of floating dust
waits for darkness to consume,
leaving diamonds on the lawn
a planted tree, a wistful sigh
of who was ‘me’.
