Words that never stop meaning
everything…
Frail and dusty
the dream still gnaws through sun and wine
as chance decays,
still alive
but critical
so hold her close
Breathe in each molecule that builds
the love of which you’re made
Then hope beyond belief
because the new beginning is a fine root through rubble,
Wind’s corps de ballet white on blue,
A chain of hands across a chasm of flame,
The teeming underside,
Fear honoured wide eyed
in grief’s communion
And every morning’s soaring cry
undimmed, unmasked
and bravely yearning
Sue Hampton