Cecilia

The long legged days of summer

Unfold and stride

To meet the haggard gold

And life, in jewelled moments,

sparkles under shadow

 

Lights strewn on velvet

A smiling moon

You reach to touch its face

and meet cold hands

Of others seeking other shades

 

Gravid conviction, blown like sand

Or hope in drifts

like pledges out of time

betrothed to memory, not yet in mist

We see no landfall, but we smell it