Rainey Birthwright

Rainey Birthwright Sep 2015

we spent a night on shores,
sand running through shell,
you touched me soft gently
green waves rolling out and
in the night we talked evers
to now of always soon come
deep, longs until slow, tears
fell in drops from break sky,
it seemed all time was new
and white birds flying over,
how they sailed with moon
smiling as truth smiling out
beyond a light sea of night,
our love then forever young
and curtains lifted the stars,
fell waysides into the dawn,
our faces golden in the sun.

#love #hope #together #sea #dawn

Rainey Birthwright Sep 2015

Two Moons

Above the sea,
With clouds slipping,
The old moon runs
All this ocean is,
Glass and dream
Is all mirror, I face
Reflections of loss
And promise unknown,
Anxious, clear emptiness,
The peace of held sorrows
Of a lone soul floating out,
Tossed in the blood tides
Of dashing hope, blurry,
Bane dream made reals,
In this picture, slow runs,
Of ocean moods, my being,
Two moons anchored by the sea.

#love #yearning #faith #wishes

Sep 2015

bones

Before the church was empty..

On the day
she turned to dust
she asked the wind
to be her friend
and it picked her up
and ran her
through the fingers
of it's hands
and it poured her
into pockets
and whispered
to hold on
and before the
church had emptied
they were gone..

#nogodsnomonsters

Rainey Birthwright Sep 2015

Lone Island

Off lone island bay,
Outlander waves are praying,
Curly in their white caps.

Cars and lorries are creeping
Into a village still sleeping,
Coming in from nowhere.

Stones have things to voice,
There are stars of rock fish
Deep in bays with the moon.

Beyond night dream are lochs,
Darks and colds of longings,
Mountains old as confusion.

Birds chime their mouth musics,
Churlishly sent over moorlands,
All questions ring unanswered.

On broke beaches are notions
Of days strung to faraways
And sands bleached ancestral.

Off lone island bay,
Simple comings, waves, goings,
After sly moon, sun has its say.

#lonely #dreaming #island

Rainey Birthwright Sep 2015

Hollow

listen -
hear no sound, feel
only wind on its way, ghostly
nothings, but hush to sharp wings
of ocean birds so fraying as they cut
the sky, shuttle to fairways, far aways,
in plaintive cries, i hear what they say,
sailing into the jeweled skylights, but i
am only weight of air, still on ground,
i mumble out, sidle the bone tides
that roll to land, grains of clarity,
i am mist and tear, a world
of hollow, i am that sound -
of ocean in a shell.

#sad #lonely #hope #faith

Rainey Birthwright Sep 2015

In My Loft

stars are held in a window
and sometimes the moon,

lopsided stacks of books,
knotty papers are strewn,

i like to rest on the boards,
day dream, scents of pine,

it's quite a lovely mess up,
still have space to dress up,

in a nook are some shelves,
i trained to hold dear photos,

so love to see in my wee loft,
poems, my cat, postcard art,

and my pane glass view I call,
full moon in garland of stars.

#fun #daydream #reading #study