No words for me

I wonder
what time will bring
this spring day
catkins  growing on the willow
love lonely so far away. 
Today I stepped outside of me
cream silk rustling
as I dance
here on the island
just you and me.
From over the sea
mists roll in.
 
There are no words for me.

The Child

the child loved her stilts
she walked on them all summer
raindrops shimmering in the sun
iridescent downpour
the moonlight casting many shadows
the child remembered
the twinkle in her granddad’s eyes
she stepped through the door
stars twinkled 
she looked on the earth forever
the snail on the garden path
a silver trail
hanging down their heads shyly
snowdrops

A thought whispers

shadows falling
the evening enfolds
a thought whispers
gnarled hawthorn tree
within twisted branches
the moon restrained
face pale and poignant
moon slipped into darkness
stars wept silently
inside the mind
the otherworld
a freedom
in evening's silence
the whispering voice carried far and wide
enticement to sleep