From an idea by Mr W Godwin, Esq.

A low dim wailing

It seems all beauty is gone,
Soaked deep into the sand
That now dries in the sun.

A pinpoint of sound envelops my head
And flattens to a thin,
Infinite line between my temples.

This continuum of sameness confounds me.
Delivers a madness over and over.
Delivers lessons barely learnt.

A low dim wailing
Speaks of unspeakable desires
In this baffling composition of life.

In a split second’s reprieve
A bridge holds back the downpour,
And while we pass I see tomorrow.

A powder blue sky holding no water.
Wind exiling clouds to another place.
Our bodies reclining on the hill.

An arch of branches reaches over the water,
An iridescent turquoise that plunges to unseen sands.
Your lips are at my ear.

The sand is damp under us again.
A winding thread of footprints leads away.
My arms fold you into me.