Archive for December 11, 2018

A man leaves his heart for sky

Posted in Uncategorized on December 11, 2018 by antonyowen
night building forest trees

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I have learnt much and I have learnt nothing –

fog is sky visiting us and like sadness we are barely visible

I saw two headlights coming towards me but it was sun and moon

the colour of my grand-mothers hair leaked into the Avalon of a nest,

and each egg lay like broken mouths with the very beginnings of a new world.

 

I have learnt how to fly into walls and gather with leaves

we whisper the secrets of where we came from and miss it,

the ghosts of all our ancestors converge at the dusk-burnished lake

It reflects the whole world to distract you from seeing below the skins surface.

Take my hand woman and man with tears so heavy that they can no longer rise

we shall wander in this fog and just be and just be and just be and then stop at the gate.

 

I have learnt how to run into the frith and swirl like a fox in blood warm sleep,

this is how we remember to be human and this is me at my very best.

One day a fox danced in the snow and thawed the whole world

tt made the sun so jealous that by night it unfurled.

This was me at my best, at my most human.

each sunrise hatches new chances to be.