Love and dust
So close they spoke together
If ever you have been
Deep into the quiet country
You know that someone was born here
But you were not there, at the birth
Or even at the death, except
That now you touch the silence
You smell the yew, how do you do that
Be true, to the truth inside of you
Laid down now deep
Yet also here beside you
Earlier the breeze, on the plateau
Of the long grass where the grasses danced
And swayed, played for mother earth’s fair children
Who listened
Called for by the stillness
The starless sky
The orange moon
In the glass filled camera’s eye
The still moon which sent just, justly
Love and dust; so so close that now
They walk forever; together as so so far before
Unexpectedly they come upon
And are afraid of fear, of fright, of sight
At the unopened door
As the dusk turns
Into full on darkness
And the churchyard says
Go silent
Silently
Into the dark darkness of night
