Month: April 2020

This morning he walked along
the bush track to the top of the hill
and the earth was spread before him;
he heard her song echo across the valley
in a slow, sad sweep of his heart;
and he strummed the tune beside her,
and stayed a while there
in the waterfall of his tears.

Sing for the heart cannot be silent
and neither guitar or mandolin
shall be still when dancing
is to be done beneath the light
of the half-moon at Opoutere.

In these long moments of silence,
when the dream has fallen asleep,
I struggle to hear anything
but the whisper of an image
and the memory that I keep.