Golden leaf resting upon
Golden leaf resting upon
Sky.
Dropping from the branches,
They catch for a moment,
As if on a breeze,
On a rope.
Fibres twisted round each other
Like vines, shades of cream and brown,
Knotted together,
Holding - like a mother cat holds her kitten-
A man.
Dappled light upon faded skin,
Patterns it like the forest floor,
Highlighting decay and life alike.
A knife flashes in the bloody light,
The rope cut, loops fall apart
And release.
The branch trembles, leaves
In a thousand shades, coloured
Like hopes and dreams and memories,
Tumble to the floor.
Catching in hair, upon hands,
Between the fingers that lift,
Take him to his grave;
Where rich, forgiving earth
Paints his skin dark again,
And water gathers on his lashes like tears.
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A Song To The Dawn
PoetryJust a few poems. ... Until he stood at its highest peak, Without hesitation he leapt And flew as the sparrow does, Coasting on invisible winds and Delicate wings, in ups and downs, Like waves And the water crashed upon the shore, Pebbles rolling...
