Coast on a Summer’s night
And once, the sky was so low down
we almost heard the stars
the further out, the more they were – fanned rough up on the ceiling
of everywhere there was – and they went
giggling on their way - scraped loose on jagged mountains
as they rushed fast, ignoring us, those gaps in black
so cold for all their fire.
Sand land was kind, it gave us shelter in a bed of marram,
safe from a wind that bit with bitter lemon thin cut edges
our view from there - forever lights
strange twinkling from the past – with no nostalgia, no details,
their secrets frozen clasped.