For two bodies
So far removed
Connected only
By the core
Running onward
Chasing the sun
As one rises
Another falls
‘As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn’
-Arcade Fire, Neighbourhood #1 Tunnels
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Category Archives: Biography
Safe harbour
Waiting game
Waiting for you
To wait for me
To decide to leave
What if I disagree?
Passing it on
Passing it on
To another one
To keep or return
Treasure or burn
In case I lose it
Altogether
Etched in time
Captured in mind
To love or miss
Remember or spurn
In case we lose it
Altogether
Staccato notes
Braille fingers
Fading then silent
Reading between
Lines of age
Our common fears
In case we lose them
Altogether
Linger longer
You allowed me in
To linger longer
In your sacred space
I wanted to stay
To turn on
Light and heat
To infuse colour
To decorate
To treasure
Not to short change
Are we deserving
Of such love?
Stand tall
Opening
Always holding
Our heart
Open for love
Looking into you
Image
Look into my face, can you see?
The sketches of my past
smiles and frowns etched with age
marks of honor, sun-baked.
Look into my eyes, can you see?
A reflection of yourself?
Glinting shadows sparkle and fade
To soften the hard edge life of late
Read between the lines of living
on the cusp of heaven, grow wings.
Ease, peace, please, appease.
Muster courage, move to light
Hand holding tight.
Look into my face, can you see
You?
Photo credit: Swiss Alps by Ilze Haynes (C) 2019
The Place of Repose
The feathered bird flips lightly on the low bough and peers
Suspiciously at fronds of smoke waving past his ears
Roundly Red and pale Peach bellies, proudly hide and seek
Circling hoard of humans who visit once a week
Curiously they walk below, felling trunks, digging peat
Bouncing round the fire waving sticks with things to eat
Harmlessly they shape our wood into a tiny home
A private nest, motionless, watching while Red roams.
Remember Me
Remember me, when words fail,
when my face softens, hair and skin fade
Remember me, when memories are gone,
hold them in your own mind and sing my life to me, joyfully.
Remember me, all trials and sufferings, victories and festivals,
labours and laughter, my lessons hard-won – are yours now,
to remember me.
