Over time, this pain
May graciously subside
While the day turns to years
And the years intertwine
But these unanswered questions
These caustic reflections
Have no hope to offer, no faith to engage
No unhelpful suggestions
All vexed interjections
With no place to rest but in rage
Over time, this pain
May silently subside
While the day turns to years
Through the lens of a memory, revised
10th February 2021
The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the hours And steering the minutes Sheltering from showers And looming
The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The fading bracken paints Vivaciousness stained on the hill While l
His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is what he aims to do Its nowt that can’t be mended With a metric l