A returning smile
Missed, perhaps imagined
In dreamtime blooms
Known to infant wisdom
Too rarely marked
In the churn of noonday.
And I, disconsolate
A foam-swept traveller
Rent by grief
Surrender to eternity
On a waxing tide.
Doom turns a secret:
In the depths, surcease.
Joylight shines
Out the back of lost causes.
© Stephanie Saulter 2006
My new novel, Sacred, is all about them. Publication info will be posted as soon as I have it.
In the meantime check out Gemsigns, Binary and Regeneration, available wherever good books are sold.
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