I may as well declare at the outset – this review can be of no conceivable use to anyone. None at all.
So read on at your own risk.
All the stars have faded away
except the one
lying in the moon’s cradle
yes, that one
the one closest to the moon
It reminds me of you and me
At times close, others afar
bound by invisible threads
….something more than love
…and less than obsession?
- That star I wish to hold in my hand.
When I look at my mother,
I always see the worry in her eyes.
The haunting worry that comes from losing your partner early in life.
The worry that robs you of warmth and security.
The kind that matures you overnight and makes you cautious,
ever afraid of losing again.
That restless nagging feeling that something is wrong, even when you know it’s not.
- That warmth I wish I could get back for her.
That look in your eyes
which meant you finally knew
who I was
and what you felt for me
all the pain
that preceded
….or followed it?
Can I just have that moment again….
A cottage by the sea
where I can feel the
warmth of the sun
on my head
and dig
bare toes into the ground
while I yet figure out
all the colours of the tumultuous sea?
- That cottage can you get me?
A dress that contains
all the shifting colors of the sky
as the sun sets
a texture of clouds
a sprinkling of peace
a twinkling of bells
and just a delicate smithereen of starlight?
- That’s all that my heart’s desire be