Density of precious metals fades into destiny
along with days and dreams and dreams of dreams
running like mercury down the gutter into the cavernous below
where hearts drain and tears of laughter and sorrow
into a hairs breadth swallow
the darkness within.
Gone like tomorrow
yet more sorrow
for plans unmade.
INTO THE GARDEN
where grass is green
fought over blade by blade
where promises made
a hairs breadth clover.
Runnng faster than before
knowing little wanting more
you sail alone, bone by bone by
the hand of your daughter to be betrothed.
One day the mist may pass and reveal
faces pressed ‘gainst the glass
in a funmost way.
AND YOU WILL BE GLAD TO SAY
The waiting is over.
poem by Andrew Watkins