Hard to fathom the loss you stir in me
lying so still on my cold garden path
burnished softness around your throat
dappled with dark arrows all pointing
to the irreversible silence of this moment
Song made flesh
your manifest beauty unravels me
wings wrapped tight as a shroud
around the tenderness of your heart
life enfolded back into bud
It shocks me to find that my hand
fits you like a glove
cupped as though round a newborn’s head
skin to feather – feather to skin
an overcoat to wrap you in
You belong in my ears
mystery of song woven into woods
seeking out lost souls
like smoke curling around thin air
from a distant fire
What bolt of thunder dropped you from the sky
into my hands this way
like a comet bearing seed from a distant world
my silence is shattered by your coming
I feel your song take root in me