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What’s in a day?
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
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
Grow Big
Lying motionless for weeks
Eyes tracing fleur de lis
The peeling paper of grief
Lit by dappled window
We hauled ourselves o’er river
Up valley, down street
A fortress of relief
Where the sun streams in
Letterbox dropped all over
Exhaustive help depletes
Children playing down the creek
Treated from top to feet
The wardrobe grew expansive
The widening face to greet
In the mirror of my memory
My morning stranger meet
A thickening of walls and doors
A latch that won’t fool many
The welcome mat rolled up and out
For neighbours warm and friendly
The distance and the silence grew
A universe between them
Majestic prose still flows in space
Though gracious few receive it
The stranger in the mirror
Grows accustomed to the stare
Our eyes meet and smile
A sweet surrendered air
Hiding in plain sight
My former figure forgets
Politely nod and carry along
The new friend in our midst
New and aged silver and brave
Though some might say contrary
The glimmer in her eye reveals
The joy in giving Glory
Featured Image: Photo by Hello I’m Nik on Unsplash
Giving Plea
We may lay and rise to meet
Expel desire to compete
Friends and strangers’ hearth for feet
Tread the path discreet
Fruit borne plentiful and sweet
Eyes of silence wide asleep
Pierce the mocking vine deceit
Thistle blister seat
Longing not for pride or place
Passion forbade saving face
Hope in holy open space
Gentle saving grace
Poem and Featured Image of Ellendale, Tasmania by Lisa J. Haynes (C) 2018
Image of ruins near Ross, Tasmania – Mercury Newspaper.
Count the stars of heaven 