Month: November 2018

oh my darling
my warrior
my fighter
my fierce lady
my brave heart
my dark eyes
you sing a distant song

oh my darling
my dearest friend
my laughter
my weeping
my joy
my despair,
bearer of the morning light.

oh my darling
my sister
my sweet friend
my dear companion
my laughing eyes
my brave leader
your footprint in my sky

oh my darling
my daughter
my child born
my sweet friend
my proud heart
my broken line
that breaks us apart

oh my darling
my mother
my confidant
my secret kept
my true support
shall I find you
in the harbour shelter

Oh my darling
my true love
my warm embrace
my homeless dove
my empty space
my dancing eyes
the tear upon my face.

At this place
under the shelter
of the long, still evening,
we gathered in the moments
that built us together
that held us
in the everlasting love.

The serpent of the sea
was wrapped in the blanket
of drizzle and mist
that lifted the ocean
by the sky to be kisses;
the serpent of the sea
in cold waters slumbered,
her sorrows unknown
ploughed deep by the cut
where the seeds were sown.

Our eyes sparkled through
the fog of the years,
recognition came slowly
and then the stories
needed no second invitation
as they come tumbling
from the memories of the
times we shared.

How old we were,
grey hair and
a stooped shuffle,
we moved slowly
up the long aisle
towards his coffin,
peeling left and right
to ease ourselves
into a pew.