The moon and the vine.

I show the shadows of your life;

you grow, and you smother.

I hide, my shadows cover

what I ought to be.

Do you not see the chill of my light,

reality shown cold and bright?

Tranquillity is my solace,

loneliness my best friend.

Leave me to counsel the stars,

and I will leave you to clothe the earth.

 

© The Moon and the Vine 24/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

You took my dreams;

 

The swallows of my autumn years,

and banished them without a care.

You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,

ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.

 

So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;

but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.

The leaves of youth have fallen and…

the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.

I still hear their distant cries,

and the smell of their season.

 

I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.

So long departed, so far away, but…

I still feel the warmth of their summer.

Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find

your dreams on a distant shore.

Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,

once more…

 

© The Swallow’s Farewell 27/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm