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Tomorrow – a rubaiyat

/ A. Gouedard / Leave a comment

The stars of the heavens are clear and bright.
I stand here alone, looking up tonight.
The song of the nightingale fills my heart
Ecstatic soloist, brings sweet delight

A softened light shines from the crescent moon,
At dawn it lips the ocean in a swoon.
All night I watched awake, we are apart.
The treasured morning cannot come to soon.

The scent of roses fills the dawning air
As I walk out in peace without a care
Amidst this new-born darling of a day
Where all the fields are newly fresh and fair.

You bring a smile, a word, a tender glance.
Tomorrow’s here and all the world’s a dance.
The sky is blue, the clouds have cleared away
And I am dreaming in a golden trance

A Change of Climate

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Swish of tyres on tarmac, passing,

sunshine streams, pooled pavements,

broad silvered snail trails of light,

reflection rippled in shallow puddles,

dark stark trees, spider limbs.

The sky is white, blinding, bright.

 

Up above a magpie screeches

it splits the air, startles me.

I squint my eyes to see

a flurry of feathers, a turn, a spin

the sky expands, all is dazzle,

sparkling shimmers, lifting wings.

 

A flock of migrating starlings taking flight

my heart rises up, follows

as they dip, turn, rise again

patterns shifting, riding air flows,

take direction, vanish to a far horizon

I may never see again.

 

Red earth that burns your feet,

rising dust walled by dried out mud,

cold shade in fountained courtyards,

the call to prayer at dawn

above green and golden minarets,

African heat, a dream.

 

 

 

Becoming a Seagull

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Deep in my heart the sun is shining.

The day clear blue and stretched sounds.

I can almost see, here from the ground,

my heart flying, swooping in air,

as high as a kite and gleaming.

Vertical take off to light,

a downward push of my hand

takes me up, into luminous flight.

 

I must be a bird, to reach up here.

The mountains spread out beneath me,

the revolving, rotating greens of the land.

I bank on a cloud, rolling, reaching,

tumbling, gliding, looping, I turn

on a breeze, diving deep to the sea,

slicing the spray and screeching.

I knew this would happen one day.

 

A seagull.

All I wanted to be.