Friday, 12 April 2013



We could call this a moment
of heaven,
to taste,
or a gentle
talisman, to keep you safe
from harm
as you wander and roam;
we could call it  a bond
to bring you home,
a holy sanctuary’s shining touchstone,
or you alone, can call it
you choose.
It seems you have nothing
left to loose in the waning
of you.
You either do
or you don’t,
you will or won’t;
each silence, louder,
in an echoing dawn.
But everything moves closer
when it feels it
belongs, when it wants,
when it matters;
out of sight, but never mind: 
a tender calling
always resonant, and spoken,
in my guarding heart
I find. 

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