The Extra Shadow

You’re walking home at night
from lamppost
to lamppost

There’s a stillness
a breath
of something

It’s then that you see it

The extra shadow,
and you feel it
touch yours

That stillness
becomes heavy

Your mind,
with fear,
holds a second

It’s time to kiss

always time to breathe

of continuance

of course there is always time
always time to breathe
even if that breathing is tight
tingly and cold

and that’s when it hits me

I’m watching the rain
listening to the patterings
seeing the grey morning clouds stir
hearing the moans of a thousand souls in the wind
feeling the silence of her tears

of her tears
longing to evaporate into joy
but on this cold cold day
she can do nothing but cry

and I can do nothing
but think of continuance
and climbing that hill
hoping I can still breathe when I reach the top

of course there is always time
to breathe
and if not her tears will fall
to evporate into joy
and I shall join the wind chorus

although you won’t like my song.

Oh virgin time

Maybe it’s true
that there are such blessings
when once there appeared none

This shadow
this hanging thread of time
this beguile
relinquished its vanity
to reveal its truth
that there are such blessings
such fantastic landscapes
built upon snow
where moments are yet to be discovered
where time is fresh
from its labours
and where
where shadows recede
to reveal the beginnings of uncertainty

Oh virgin time
melt away
melt away
to reveal the spring.

Love’s trusting peace

How the sun gives birth to shadow
How the stars give birth to night
How the trees give birth to beauty
and this soul gives birth to life

The jigsaw path within the forest
is there created by both light and shadow
See how beautiful are the leaves
as their autumn shades of death and rebirth fall
to begin a new picture of life’s journey
as the trees reach up towards the stars of love’s trusting peace

Oh how this life is so easily birthed
Oh how it fights to breathe
Oh how the shadows from the sun
embrace this thing within …

… my eternal dying flame