Time

empty eyes soulless-
sliding down the razors edge
between life and death
–
soft rattles-
promises of release
in the tall grass

faces of the dead
constantly with me waiting
for my eyes to close
–
lost souls-
the silence
of the fen

much have I witnessed
during my earthly journey
and I am humbled
–
etched in stone-
recounting our
shared history

split in two at birth-
all these years spent searching for
that which makes me whole
–
wild horses-
where the river
meets the sea

the smile on your lips
reaches deep into your eyes
and into my heart
–
darkness-
reaching out
for your hand

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

the wind in your hair
miles unspooling behind us
escaping our past
–
needle and thread-
finding holes
in a spider’s web

searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace
–
afterimage-
the candle
doused

the patter of rain-
rocking to the rhythm of
the impending storm
–
on the porch-
the evening air
thick with rain

hand in hand with you
standing by the river’s edge
watching the drawbridge
–
tinted sunlight-
walking across
a fallen tree