retrospective

She no longer recognised who she was becoming
So left her for the shires of yesterday

created

fired in the furnace
of memory and motion

woven in the wonder
of heart and hearth

moulded in the mystery
of agony and awe

take me inside
make me anew - renew

I touched

I touched the arc of your circle
But not you

I touched the black lines of your words
But not their meanings

I touched the sound of your voice
But not every word

I touched a dream of you
But not your body

In touching so little of you
I touched all of me

No dawn

to have no dawn
no breaking day
no light before the eyes behind the heart
no new start

to have no dawn
no birdsong
no piercing the silent night
no definition to be given

the dark nameless shapes
no names, no signs, no sight
to have no dawn
is to hear only one endless monotone

no song, no dance
hard-pressed and famished
no beloved day, into darkness
one by one, to be driven away

(Isaiah 8 says of mediums - If they do not speak according to this word, it is because they have no dawn)