Saturday, 7 September 2013

silver beard /moonlight

I remember the night 
your silver beard 
glinted in the moonlight
the evergreen
against a beam 
of pink and grey 
and the sky opened
it's mouth to say
the open expanse 
the candle flickered
and father you spoke 
of the need to look within
to understand a world 
to be meditative 
to be contemplative 
whether or not you made it
who knows