Dawn,
a light in the distant farmhouse still shines with incandescence,
slowly, slowly dimming, swallowed up by the brightening skies.
As I stand in dew sodden shoes, I watch as a late rising blackbird, stretches sleeps stiffness from her wings, taking to the air with a piercing alarm.
To my left, something shifts in the hedgerow, possibly a hedgehog
returning from its nightly rambling, to sleep, undisturbed,
amidst hawthorn and thistle, safe in its spiky armour.
The skies are brightening, colour becomes true, and the mist lifts her veil over the shallow stream, its giggling waters sparkling like diamond facets as the sunlight reaches over the distant hilltops into its clear coolness.
Through half closed eyes, as its rays begin to blind, I feel the sun, its eternal warmth caressing my face.
And the stillness is broken by the first breeze of the day, whispering, sweeping across the golden wheat, like some great hand stroking flaxen hair.
And you are with me.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Why should I reach for the stars
when I can reach for your hand
and still be transported to the heavens.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
Between two worlds
of this life and the next
at the cusp of light and dark, black and white
In the gleam of of the morning sunrise
and the inky darkness of the night
when you are no longer here
as if the moon had turned her face from me
Between two worlds
weighing the sins of yesterday whilst
flying a kite high of hopes and dreams of tomorrow
Between two worlds
the emptiness of solitude and the intimacy of loving
both states found within each other
we stand, we fall, we live, we die
caught between a delicious torment
caught between two worlds
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC