Thursday, 30 June 2016

dark sun

dark sun
            for a fallen poet

those left
shall not know
how dark the
sun that rose
for you
how night
sat in stone
on the day
and love
cut its

we cannot
cross that
the spot that
grew to an
for you

any thoughts
of understanding
just wandering
leaves before
a mighty wind
primed to scatter
the lake blurred
with tears

and were we
so numb to
the fineness of
your pain that
crushed on the
nerve to live
turned it

          june 2016

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