Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Poem 7: Moontide



Let us lay under Yeat’s embroidered cloths,

watch stars knit themselves

into garments of light.

Wear their glow like truth

sworn under the oath of the first hard fall

into love’s sweet drowning.


Rest in the swell of stronger tides

riding eddies to their wave’s end

into safer shores.  Heart beats recede

from hurricane to storm force to light air.

In the frosted kiss of morning, we

welcome the sun, like a life reborn.

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