Thursday, 27 November 2008

Outside

I could sleep like this
The night pressing in on me
A cool breath that clears
In passing, emptying me again

There is no reason to doubt
Not here, hemmed in by darkness
Only the spill of daylight
Brings choices, the constant fracturing

The grass whispers over skin
Puppet of the night wind
A caress that shifts, teasing
As I trace the climbing moon’s ellipse

Soon enough I know I’ll stand
Slip within four walls to rest
Drive brick between the two of us
The night air and my flesh

For now though, there is peace in it
Gazed upon by countless, hanging stars
The press of earth beneath my back
And the night air brushing past