Tuesday, 2 July 2013

In Sleep Answers Come

A tangled nest of boughs
Known with child-like intimacy
Deep rooted in earth memory –
Such the drama of winds and clouds.

Steps into lightening hours
Steps to heal deep wounds
Steps to the river to bathe
Steps between steps –
Who follows, who leads?

Passing moments diamond hard
Falling inward becoming blossoms,
The skin of the river
Defined by its movement.

A bare woven tapestry
Skein of vulnerability & strength
The raw cry in the night.
Leaves crisp and defined,
Sparrows rotund and restless.

Of such ephemeral tissue
Faced by emptiness and a thousand avenues
Our masks of civilised manners glow,
In sleep answers come.

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