Love-sick

staring space;
the unmelted heart's
only object
an inner face

hallowed hollowness

hollow vessel
empty unless filled
brimming over unless poured out
[whose hands will clasp?
whose face will turn
eyes caught by the glint
of light refracted upwards
from the glass?]
liquid love ripples
fingers tremble
one sip and
the heart's knowledge
of the head
the head's understanding
of the heart
will be tasted
and slip down into hollowness
this hallowed evening
drink deep
only one hand-span of time is left
completion waits at the door

love of my love

love of my love
in whose gaze I will live
my book of hours to you I give

Why Do I Dream ...?

A door creaks open almost nightly
And they are all there
The ones I shunned, fled from
Faces titled towards me in expectation
Eyes brimming with questions
They reach out to touch me as I walk through the room
To the outer wall
It is left for me only to turn
But in turning my back will be against the cold, cold stone
'Face them, daughter, face them ...'
In the semi-dark I hear a whisper under the membrane of my skin
'Lift up your eyes, greet them, invite each one in ...'

fragment 1

Take me there now
Now the wind whispers low
Now that the boat waits
Rocking to and fro
Like an empty cradle

Take me there now
Now its calm
The days are long
And the lullaby
has become a song

fragment 2

Sound of the sea
Ancestry

Pull of the tide
Inside

Birds calling to each other
Mother

Great rocks standing in time
Sublime

Quietness of an ageing hand
Sand

A gentle breeze across my face
Embrace

fragment 3

star light shoots through my heart

its shards filling my eyes tonight

from now on I will cry tears

of
everlasting
light

late prayer

Wrestling until the dawning of light
Wounded-ness of that life-defining night
Limping into a new day