Month: June 2019

Let no bitter tongue
speak harsh and impatient words
for tenderness may be disturbed
and take flight like a startled bird.

And upon these molten threads
rippling like a driven sea,
we shall dance cheek to cheek
that slow dance, unhurried, I and thee.

Sing now the song that joins us
to the choirs singing in the flicker
of candles, cracking the darkness
with tentative streams of light.

Deep are the wells of lovers’ eyes
where secrets are quietly whispered
like the rise and fall of the soft breath
that writes upon the glass mirror.

And if the white birds of that poet
did not fly in the fall of twilight
would be be lost in the fading light
of these times that delight us?

On the edge of the great dream
the heart of love is beating fast,
the dove swoops low over a sea of glass
and we wish for time to eternity outlast.

There’s a clear blue sky
stretching as far as one can see
and underneath this hanging canopy
there is room for everyone to be free
and endless songs to sing so joyfully.

Is there anybody here that I know?
If I look at you and you look at me,
will we recognise who it is we see?

I’m teasing out this tangled mess of words
like a mother pulls the brush through the tangle
of her child’s unruly locks,
thus groomed, both hair and words
are somewhat more presentable.

Light up the lamp
if the light should fade
and the night comes calling
before it is bade,
sleep not in the shadow
nor in the shade.