Stillness comes as the darkness falls
With softening, gentlest hands
Reach out to cradle; embrace
Safe, secure
It will all be alright
The child is calmed
Through the ages waiting
Yearning searching
On a shelf of subconscious
Under “lost”
Warm blue swirls
Rythmic ribbon spirals
Around and around in the dream
It will all be alright
It returned - recognition
And was grasped like the pinioned
Wings of Keats’ joy
I am sorry
Trapdoors fly to Pandora’s echoes
Tsunami releases
Destructive carnage in its wake
Leeching the life
From the lifeboat mirage
I am sorry
To forgive
Question out turned within
You have hands just like that
They are mine
Moth dances at the fire
Mesmerising whirling
Round the embers rising
Hope
The twinkle of the draig
And the rain beats steadily on the roof
