Month: October 2020

The song was on the floor and
the walls and the ceiling and
all around the smiling hearts
who had gathered to taste its tune.

We hark back to the days of our youth,
framing photographs on the corridors
of our cherished memories, trying hard
to fathom the faces watching us as our
footsteps become more urgent.

In the dark shadows
falling across the land,
we shall stand as small,
subversive enclaves in
the midst of raging chaos,
in the teeth of hatred;
we shall be lights on a hill,
salt to the tasteless,
clothed like the lilies
of the fields, loved
like the sparrow falling.

We are scattered all,
ash to the wind
that blows through time;
we are snared like spirit
in the branches
of eternity.

In pink for the memory
and the sparkle in her eyes
that hides a secret and the
closeness of the time, defies.

That she is loved
there is no doubt,
no whisper here,
the printed shirts
a singular shout,
an affirmation that
love wins out.

We are held, each of us,
in the hearts of those we
have nurtured; for most
of the time, for most
of the road, we are not
alone – except for
just a moment.

From the bed to the chair
and back again, the world
seems to be shrinking; but
perhaps instead it is
preparing horizons, larger
than we ever dreamed.