December 4, 2013 § Leave a comment
Tomorrow everything will begin again
duvets will give birth
skin daisy-print fresh,
to a day wiped clean
like a mother pushing a damp cloth
around a sticky child’s cheeks.
The dotted stars
promise purity is near
and with a breath
we are crowned by flames
that paint a fresh aura
around each blade of grass
sliding softly in it’s sky arc
pulling away savoured minutes
from weary arms.
But now dark bathes eyelids
with whispers of what is to come
carried on night’s heavy breath.
Tomorrow, everything will begin again.