Month: February 2020

And we are hushed before them,
the stars, we are bowed to their form
and our hands, in vain, reach out
to hold just one.

We dream in the soft
silence of the stars that surround us,
each molecule of our breath
a mere speck in the Milky Way

They sing of a love unknown,
they fall to the earth
on a path of light
but we never see where they land.

The day slipped by
unaware that it
would have been his birthday
and had he been here,
we would have talked on the phone
had he not long since hung up
the receiver.

We are marked by the stars,
our hearts held
in their glorious sweep
across the black sky.

On the West Coast,
on the tail end of a storm,
the ocean pounds the windows
of the motel room,
like thunder, it beats against
the walls and doors
and I pull the bed covers tight
to my sleeping dream.

There is only the sound of the builders
down below to cast a ripple
on the stillness of the tide
creeping past the green bush,
sliding under the yellow sun
to my half-closed eye.

Still the rain does not come
but the tide sweeps up the harbour
between the green bush and brown pasture,
driven on by the sun,
king of the blue sky.

There is a difference between
unravelling and unwinding,
he noted, over a jug of cold beer;
one can be quite messy and untidy,
the other more ordered and relaxed.

Don’t drink the beer too fast,
he said, or it will be gone
and then we will be gone
from this place of sojourn,
good company and jovial
conversation.