advice to the weary

when air grows heavy and tired from too long falling, day's last birds will dive down and in rising, shake it out before them something, at least, is vibrant is the message beaten out by wings when you are lost, find stone that will hold … Continue reading advice to the weary

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hope

this window is just the idea of sky in the same way hands merely suggest caress human hearts imagine more than what is given this ceaseless invocation is hope and is the reason for so many moon songs © Sarah Whiteley

tangled

tonight the sun thought to slip away - secret, unnoticed - but has instead become tangled in the branches of the plum which sways as close to the glow as it might manage - in just the same way I once crossed a kitchen floor … Continue reading tangled

payment

my knowledge of you is not free I pay for it, as one does with any passage - in silences, in glances held in the avid awareness of you alone amongst the crowd, and in relinquishing the oft-sharp joy light must feel in falling upon … Continue reading payment

pearl from shadow

there is no finer promise than the uncertain light which finds you from between the blinds and casts you in bewitching blue - a hue into which my hands are driven to dive - pulling the pearl from the shadow © Sarah Whiteley

no grace in wanting

there is no grace in true wanting - it staggers, and refuses to be written - its divinity locked in the eyes that yours decline ever to meet © Sarah Whiteley