Category: Twitter Poems

A song of boundless love
was drifting in the dust
and I wondered if the neighbour heard it
or if I cried alone.

Across the ocean of his heart
To the horizon that has no end
She sails on the glide and turn
Of the albatross wing, a patient
Love, bestowed and earned.

In a fine filigree of lace,
the light drizzle draped
itself about our shoulders
and bejewelled our hair
so that it glittered in the
early morning light.

It tells on his tired body,
the slashing of the overgrown
garden, the raking and piling
of bush and grass;
but still, the weary smile
at days and the garden reborn,
are reward enough
for this labour.

How deep are the stars tonight
that stop us in our tracks;
as deep as her heart,
as still as the moment
in their quiet light
that sets us apart.

Moon shadows follow us
along the beach towards home;
the fish in hand reward enough
for our patience
and the lateness of the hour.

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.

Our pathways printed there
on the grey, wave-washed sands
will never form the crossroad
where love only makes its stand.