9 August 2016

Breath II

At the Post

I walked out in the dark tonight

Just one week before mid-Winter

And even the dog across the road

Held back its bark

My hair was cold against my face

My breath was yet more fog

And even the sea was splashless

Was moonless

My frozen hand, like my frozen heart

Held on tight to that last splinter.

Then at last it lifted, tried so hard to let go,

As it posted you back your freedom.

Breath III

Winter Tree

My arms, my hands, my fingers

Reach upwards to the sky

Like Winter branches, not

Comprehending, who ask of me

Why ? - Why ?

I have no answer for them,

And I have no more for me,

But I know that the breath

 that was my breath

that was your breath, that was

 my breath –

is now just breath for me.

29 August 2016

Breath V

Silver Thread

A silver thread of thought

from somewhere placed

led me

like a tiny Piper

and wherever its way

 my heart and soul all hollow,

wildly followed.

And I felt its breath-touch

host within me, and

its fine bright silver, thin

against my eyes.

I almost heard the sound

it made

unfolding by me

And it led me

to a hidden place

where it wound around

the empty space

inside my soul.

A work of art

was spun today

that saved my heart.