Old Words

I found these old words
buried barely
in sands of time

the tide of days
brought them to me, polished
and made me think of
lilacs
and canyons
and a matchbox home

a claw-foot tub, big enough for two
when I thought I held your heart
in my hand
like a stone

Night Time Walkers

And there you are
pulling me
as I play like one helpless


because I love the pull
and I love that you are there

even when you are not

even when you are hiding

even when
you tip your gaze and shadow  all your longing

you follow me
I follow you

to the dark side
to the other side

and our mysteries 
hide like night time walkers

and there you are.


Photo credit Eve Aebi

Four Faces

Four faces of meaning
The season’s intent
The change in the stillness
The Winter’s lament
Fruit of Spring’s labours
In Summer’s ferment 
The deep into darkness
Of Autumn’s descent


Days march like words
That we never meant
And the clock reflects back
The time we misspent 

White on Light

I found our secrets
like stones tossed on a pebbled beach
a tiny grain
on a sandy strand
or words lost
and out of reach 

tears in oceans
our breath in air
hanging still
and stiller, still,
than all the wind that is not there

I found our secrets
black in night
and white on light
a hunter hunched behind a blind
horizon when it's out of sight
sunrise
when the day's behind

I found our secrets
salt in the sea
me in you
and you in me

Blue Flannel