Month: January 2020

He carries that weight,
that great loss he has wrought
upon love and home;
it’s a desert he roams;
a shot of thirst-quenching dew
falls on him now and then.

Tonight it is orange,
and almost perfectly round,
riding high and proud across
the sky; accompanied by the
scraping sound of the sea
pushing back and forth
against the shore, there is something
more wistful here than before.

We gathered in the old, sombre hall
to say our farewells;
outside, the angry green sea
bashed against the stone walls
of the old harbour as if to gate-crash
the funeral service and take him back
to where he belonged.

She ponders the words she will speak.
She opens her heart
and lays it down beside him,
her brother, his body still
and casket-covered,
listening quietly to the stories
she tells.

Between the covers of every book,
crafted in every knowing mind,
there is a word for every comfort;
and by that word we negotiate
the traverse between life and death,
heartache and joy, calamity and
good fortune.

He weighed anchor on the last breath,
sailed across the back yard of his childhood
one last time, wrapped up the stories, told
and untold and headed for that far horizon
leaving us straining against the hollow wind.

She feels she fits better now
into the wrap of his arms;
he could tell her that she always did
but if that’s how she sees it,
then that’s how it is.

It rose the sun on a
bleak and cloudy day,
created a slither of hope
from fear and dismay,
it was a simple smile,
made to be given away.

For just a couple of days
she has been at his side
making it a little easier,
talking, touching, trying
to clear the path he is on
so that he doesn’t fall unnecessarily;
he has known his sisters care
his appreciation is spoken
in a single tear.

The first day has been,
a single day in a galaxy
of endless days,
and yet it is all we have for now
and, like the lost coin,
it is priceless among days.