Monthly Archives: August 2014

Dust

Dust

In life’s precious remnants and all that’s good,
from the creeping dawn till the sun’s last ray,
the dust of us settles where we once stood.

In the quiet streets of the neighbourhood,
in cribs and cradles where our infants lay,
in life’s precious remnants and all that’s good,

where the children thrived as we knew they would,
on the golden sand and the sparkling bay,
the dust of us settles where we once stood.

In moments we did the best that we could,
whilst bereft of the light and cloaked in grey,
in life’s precious remnants and all that’s good,

in well-meant promises misunderstood,
quiet goodbyes at the end of the day,
the dust of us settles where we once stood.

In abandoned churches on oaken wood,
where hymns of our childhood no longer play,
in life’s precious remnants and all that’s good,
the dust of us settles where we once stood.

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Radiate

Castle Hill
 

She swallowed the sun
and took it to bed,
 

seared with the light
and heat of hope,
 

rose at dawn to meet him
on the hill with the castle,
 

emerald-eyed boy,
horizon smile.
 

He brought a blanket
and coffee to warm her,
 

she offered him
her brimming sunrise,
 

wept salt
into the wind
 

when he blinked
and put on his shades.
 
 

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