First written in 2011 a month before Cancer surgery: September 10, 2011 at 1:08am
“Stilling my heart I reach my hand to touch the stealthy sky.
Swift bird’s flight steals you from seductive clouds
and carries you out into the humming, sighing universe.
It clangs, that pulsating blood of mine
your breath the fuelling fire –
your smile crooked, clowning, shaking my soul
from it’s cosy nest…..
I thought I was a Linnet till the cloud cracked
& I saw my face in raindrops, glistening like
crystals in lights of full moon sky…..
I realised then with fragile, inner voice
that I was human, just being,
longing to be a bird free on the wing.
And you, my shoulder to weep soft tears upon
when my wound up wings
were wrapped to my aching sides. “