One week without waning;
blazing, blinding, burning.
Heaven; letting her jubilance known,
Seizing; gloating at her gain-
And my injustice in the injury.
Glorious, pale, glassy windows-
closed to this world.
Light, consuming all-
except the darkness within – darkness, without you.
Like message in a bottle,
bereft of buoyancy,
sunken at sea,
algae only to smotheringly embrace its floundering sentiment.
Covered by sediment,
this paper-thin promise,
lost to Nature’s pull.
Or car park covering King,
but this time, concrete kingdom conquers.
No searching students here;
just dry bones, left where laid.
Engines roll above, oblivious to the royal grave.
Or milestone, marking
a long un-trodden track;
where thickets threaten flesh laid bare,
as if to snatch the time lost, back.
Then, on the fell,
our feet did find,
Some solace-spot to still the mind.
But weasel winding wick the wall-
Did loom lament and tempt the fall,
From grace, to grieve, what I now lack,
And bargain all to bring it back.
Glimpsed within the tufted turf,
gleaming pale and lilac glow.
A ring of mushrooms supped the earth;
field blewits, of worth unknown.
Tempting twist of reckless woe,
with chance to take or pain forgo.
And still the light stayed, lingered on.
A testament to brighter trait.
Where loving deep and suffering long,
Did not resent her wicked fate.
Although time past can’t be replayed,
rose-hips sweet remain unchanged.
Like threatened bees, theirs foes to warn,
will blinding buzz, with threat to swarm
On brain-belt loop, regrets play on.
But Joy, in sadness bittersweet,
will memory of best times meet.
Of twisting hand-tied chiffon bright,
Perceiving much, but poor of sight.
Working twine and thread in twill,
with hands employed by love and skill.
To laugh at life and gladness grasp-
such beatitudes, I will to last.
Now happiness is fading fast –
as times recalled are all now past.
And yet, this light breaks inky-dark,
It prompts me to her gift, impart.
To seek this grace and not postpone:
to love so much, is loss made known.