Have you seen the moon tonight?
It's talking to me


Leigh Herondale   *August 2015

snow sparkling, drifting
down through the darkened wood
a grouse drums, unseen

~

Daydreaming of you
is the very best part of
my every day

~

I am the broken wing,
The unsong unsung,
That the sky waits for,
In patient days untold,
The words unspoken
From the muted wren,
I am the shy seabird,
Unwinged, let, lamed,
Damaged by heavens,
Indifferent to earthlings,
When I saw lovely you,
Lone on purple heaths,
A bittern was mourning,
In the marshes within,
Me, my drowned heart,
Muffled in blasted wind.