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The cool grey light, dove-soft and feathered,
Strokes the surface of the loch, subduing the
Waves that earlier chattered to the passing wind,
And now they whisper, soft and low, of the
Day passing and the night as yet untold.

And in those moments the memories of
Pain, and loss, sweep back over the soul
Of the watcher, the one who awaits the stars
And the unstoppable march of the
Approaching night, the dawn-waiter.

And in time, the memories fade to sepia
And play silently, an old and tattered film.

(c) 2ndwitch, 09/03/17

In memoriam

so kiss goodbye to romance
let her dance where the dragonflies dance
in the flash of clear light
where the day meets the night
let her dance where the dragonflies dance

let the mourning bells ring
and pause while the mockingbirds sing
where that one final tune
wreathes stars round the moon
and pause while the mockingbirds sing

stand and wait at the edge of the grave
while grass whispers and red poppies wave
the soft sigh of the breeze
calls to oceans and seas
while grass whispers and red poppies wave

breathe farewell on one last longing sigh
send your love where the butterflies fly
cast your grief to the clouds
wear your black cloth like shrouds
send your love where the butterflies fly

and take this, then, the last chance
to dance where the dragonflies dance
in that flash of clear light
where the day meets the night
you can dance where the dragonflies dance

© 2ndwitch, 24/06/15

And above us only sky.

The moon gazed down, an eye in the sky, watching,
Watching, whilst the birds flew home to roost, twittering to
Each other and fluffing up their feathers against the cold.
The moon, silver and apparently omniscient, hung
Like a mis-shapen balloon, suspended against a velvet
Backdrop studded with stars, cold, clinical and castigating.
The moon, that night-time lamp, casting a thousand shades
Of muted pastel light on the weary world, is immune
To the bone-deep chill of the December dusk.
The moon, serene and without sympathy, gazes
Down on man, and sees bloodshed and lies,
But will not tell us what she thinks. If she thinks at all.

©2ndwitch, 05/12/14