Month: July 2020

there is no end to love
no place to lay it to rest
it is measured by each heartbeat;
by each restless heartbeat
love is measured
endlessly.

The roar of the steam
locomotive is followed
by a beam of white light
that splits the darkness
for just a second,
and there it is,
a fleeting glimpse of love.

By each heartbeat
are the days numbered
and the years counted;

solace there, in the quiet
notes played softly on the
strings of his guitar;

by each heartbeat
love is measured,
endlessly.

He rode his Harley
like it had been stolen,
tearing up the highway,
his years rushing to
catch the youth
he once was.

The cards on the table
never spoke kindly to him,
night after night they dealt
to him a dud hand so that
he just let them lie where
they fell and waited for
the waning of the moon.

They sit these neighbours
around the open fire,
beer in hand and hearts
aflame with the week’s
happenings; here the news
is shared, unfiltered and true.

Fat sparrows,
looking for crumbs
beside me, cock their
heads and ask how
is his day going.
‘A little hollow,’ I replied,
‘but full of future too’.

We are building here
with tree and dream,
crafting a sojourn
beside rock and stream;

a haven for the weary,
a shelter for the broken,
roof and walls and windows
where healing can be spoken.