blessings on
the little ones
whose little bones hold
muffins, cakes and scones,
spiders, sticks and stones,
are we
just like a sparrow
or a golden arrow
whose aim is narrowed
as it flies through sorrow
flies through joy
over all the girls and the boys
to the sea
should I beware
your nights
and your mares
your golden flax hair
brings you straight to me
from the center of the sea
that’s where I want to be
with you
but, though we try
to believe a soul never dies
just slips between
the sea and the sky
till
over the hills I ride
sunset by my side
till I come
undone
into you
there he lies
torn from my side
as the tide
washes away
all life of you
the space has grown stronger
our love is no longer
amidst strangers we wander
to find our new homes