Letters

You won’t even notice…
But I always wish you well
Farewell

The sun has lost his last breath of courage
and I fear my memory of him fades
snowdrops are bound to blind tradition
and ghosts in steam their feet wade

when draught and the veins of my feet are wed
numbness is all in them flows
replacing what once were throbbing laughter
what veiled my blood from their woes

make haste dear March for the blush on his cheeks
for the fire up to my chest that engulfs
be off not too late, be there ‘fore the frost
remind how your silence is enough

Time sings into the tempo of your breathing
until all I can hear is the night
exhaling onto the air before me
dissolving
until a haze takes over the darkness
and within my chest begins
a calming silence

Love me not because
you know me,
but because
you don’t.

Have you returned to me
This unsuspecting night
Your cheek upon this weary chest
Will calm an eager breast
You’ve planned the sweetest fright
On leaves greened with your eyes
Beckoning to remember
What once was our sole delight
Flicker on that sleeping blue
Beside her waning height
She has watched, never weathered
Instead bloomed from our sight
What secrets belong to few
Who need no preacher’s ire
such wisdom picks to grow
From deepest knowing minds
Shine, my brightest
In the hush of the night
Let dreams join our palms
And the morrow lift us light

Snow falling
As if a million ballerinas pirouetting,
Ever so gently down
From a need of heaven,
Down where life is preserved,
Then forgotten,
But I fall as well,
And my eyes shut without a fight,
All I sense is a swirling without memory,
Except the thawing
At the first touch of a granite kiss,
So that is what it’s like?

It has been as if
the moon has gone tired
of showing me his face…
in the eves when in darkness
his gaze is most piercing,
or has she been deceived
by snow-filled clouds
cold and envious,
that my heart now suspects
they too have jailed,
infant drops of sniggering
white as his malice,
fall and begone, ‘til your boredom fails,
Spring is nigh
with warmth growing in his hands
and youthful blooms
always appear with his blushed face…
Thus is the promise of
two moons ‘fore May,
and again the long winter
thaws impatiently
in my breasts.

i. Ah, at last
His timid hands made way
For the amber in his eyes to shine
Through the greyness that cloaked
And white that turned
The last strand of rainbow into ice,
Gently his fingers return
The colours of the earth,
The song of the birds,
The warmth in our breaths…

ii. …What was past
A blink and the heavens again mourn
A coldness crawls all over
These hands, this vision,
A numbness so eager to embrace
To offer mistaken grace,
What life it sees is death
Stitched upon its hem,
Whose silence is louder than
All the world’s screams…

iii. Begone, evil grey
Let the heavens be
Let cherub laughter echo
In clouds caressed by the breeze,
Let his eyes burn gold and honey,
Leave him be,
Sit where lurking is holy
Amongst mossed up forgotten rocks
Leave the earth green,
And streams singing with fields,
Leave him be,
Warm, blushed,
with me.