The eclipse – three studies
The eclipse -three studies
The dream is always the same,
I’m standing on a darkening bridge
Leaning forward inched to the edge:
An eclipse captured in my frame.
The curtained sun drowns every night;
Each time fearful of taking flight
I’m pulled back, ebbed into your tide
The motion of your seas my guide.
Love lives in the wingbeats of your lips
Heart’s streams diverted, pulsed to mine,
Our broken wings once more in line
As we move into the eclipse,
Sun and moon darkened, harmonised.