Not For The First Time

Between sharp-sting showers

We all stare intently into

The February-end fire heart

Hoping to glimpse a little of the sun.

In that Damascus road

Moment of realisation

We Are …

We are the sleepers,

Found in winter-constant corners:

Three moons round

Deep in never-knowing dreams,

Those and dusty-corpse webs.

 

We are the always-buried hearts,

Recognising no Heaven:

Pulled towards our

Gravity-defined future.

 

We are the

Long-world travellers,

Settled in a motion home,

Feeding to move,

Moving to feed.

 

It’s spring where you are ?

Feel it, believe it!

Hold fast,

Hold faith:

We are

Coming.

 

23/4/2013