Night Thoughts.

 

Black Ribbons

Her eyes, black ribbons,

Tendrils of unspeakable regret,

Ooze and drift through the driver's window,

Will O'the Wisp like, negative though,

Unspeakable sadness, dead angels,

Waft on hidden breezes,

Trail, scent-like, fractured, odd moves,

Inner maelstroms, pale dead face,

Dried tears, long long long dried,

Ghosts trail through from her car,

Driver's glass through my driver's glass,

And unexpectedly, I see the void.

 

Dry

Deep dark cool woodland airs

Hidden business

Life and not, an absence of thought

Of place and hour, invisible joins

Secrets

Lies

Nothing but innocence, cool shady truth

As the trees enter your heart

Revealed

With coarse lush bracken, and birdsong reality....

There should be water

 

Shadowfish.

Depth of reflected torchlight,

Reveals little on dark liquid shallows,

Hidden shadowfish sleep, wary.

Step back from the water's edge,

Swim deeper in perfect mind-stream,

Eyes lit in exposed high branches,

And shadowbirds start to sudden applause.

The eyes of the fox, the rabbits and

The points of light that see for my dog.

The deeps of the wood are remembering,

The ancient living memory of tree witnessed events,

And at midnight, plus some, we are far from alone,

In the cold of the night you can easy be.