The Velvet Words of A Poet

What does the night sky look like? The lady asked the child. She is a symphony of nature’s lovely chords, A thousand mirrors into a human’s soul, In the shape of twinkling stars. Colours, both sour and sweet, Young spirit and moist joy. A portal to worlds unknown. But you have a pair of hazel eyes, Then why do you ask me so? The naive voice asked in wonder. I am blinded by grief my child, By years of love and loss.

Covered in honey and sugar And bittersweet lies. Chasing highs after lows And lows after highs Paddling shallow waters, Bathed in sand. Trying to run away From inevitable life. Ignoring the paintings Of struggle and strife. Rolling in grass, Time after time. Running with the wind, Starting tiny fires. Hidden behind the walls, Away from the guns and the knives.

Cornflowers and white fences, A universe of possibilities And muddy soles. Skin on skin, bones entwined. Your soft hushed whispers And baby hands. The whir of the fan In a dark bedroom. The sense of forlorn. We still have a long way to go.