Waiting for your hand
30 March 2020
Shrill banshee
Wailing across seas
She gathers
The seers
Winding through our gliding fears
Within snakes’ coils
Skies burn slow
Within my whisper
Carry me
Into past
When we thought the breath would last
Beyond sentences
I weighed them
Weight of wayward words
Deep set eyes
Shadows, lies
Where I extended my life
Waiting for your hand
Reading of the poem:
The Night is an Ocean – Winter Aid
Softly – Winter Aid
Slumber – Winter Aid