we are whatever’s left
after stars fade
part of us is
a river that never sleeps
the wind is howling
around mountains and across the valley
it’s dark earlier now
and I’m further than ever from the sea
but closer to dreamtime
in an almost constant twilight
we are the stars of this in-between time
imagined and remembered
enough to hang a whispered wish on
on a hill
near the sea
the wind
and birdsong
replied
to the woods
the delight of days
and calm of night
and said
we could carry them
whenever we go
as long as we go
