When breaks this heart may it be a matter of some weight, not a trifle but lightly beheld by some even more easily cast aside by others but greater yet by far than that which ‘neath bended knee did Atlas nearly fail.
When breaks this heart may time itself in dread possessed grind swiftly, irrevocably to a halt and worlds shatter like plaster cast sensitive even to the abrasive touch of Aurora’s gossamer veil.
When breaks this heart may it not in whispers pass unheeded but cleave the general ear of man and woman too with a rending of hearts and a beating of breasts bared the like of which even Hector could not inspire.
When breaks this heart may not a single bird take wing aloft nor infant in mother’s arms sweetly grin nor child giggle lost in folly’s delight but all take fearful notice, all beware all cease to breathe lest this they miss.
When breaks this heart may it find an echo in the pounding waves of imminent doom that dance across this soul made weary by want, grown pale with the cast of thoughtless wandering spirits who love embrace.
When breaks this heart may the pieces thus rent asunder alight on none but thy sweet wings enfolded carried hence o’er lands untrammeled yet guided naught but by thy sweet voice that in verse does sing the bluest sky.
just one more chance he thought, elevating aspirations finding hope in the here the now, beyond what was beyond the me that has always been lost and pointlessly meandering between this wish and that never quite achieving anything of real merit
one last chance to be seen to be heard and known perhaps even to be loved before the curtain descends on a life so very ignoble, so easy to ignore, so shamefully dully maintained under clouds that never quite found the courage to disappear
on hope and joyful laughter you nourish my heart and as the days have passed time itself has gained substance as you fed me the summer and you fed me the spring and all the seasons i came to adore as never before on touch and tantalizing whispers you nourish my flesh feeding the needing core of me clammering, clinging, seeking ever more and more of you my always delicious lover whose embrace exceeds all bounds of mortal pleasure on love and needful passion you nourish my soul imploring meaning from silence finding and feeling and eagerly engaging my heart in ways so unfamiliar to me and yet so wondrous so very wondrous to behold you are my all my everything my purpose forever more
Laya, so beautifully in tune with the Lake District
a stony breath bereft of eager life bequeaths eternity upon the trembling soul of this lone child taken all too soon from the shores of derwent water where once she roamed full of wonder and whispering ever of tomorrow’s silent hope
From the kirkyard of St John Church in Keswick, Lake District
i did believe once that when my daughter left
closing the door swiftly behind her
smiling sweetly into her future
smiling beyond me with the naïve
and native brilliance of unspoiled youth
that i, quite simply, ceased to exist
i would drive away listening to whispers
chastising my heart, stupidly sniffling
gripping the wheel, glancing left and right
and remembering to sternly extinguish
such foolish hope before it could do
any more damage to my tattered soul
so convinced was i of my meaninglessness
that i courted sorrow like a committed lover
braving rejection even for the thrice cherished
chance to demonstrate how empty life
had suddenly become, so convinced in fact
that i neglected to see how full my life could be
time sits with me now in eager remonstrance
that i never forget how i too am loved
how the sun rises brisk and boldly beaming
over a world made more fertile and true
by, my darling, you—in whose heart am i
more than just a shadow of my former self
i see the two of you sitting closely together
in the light of day embracing warmth and
laughter with a voracious and enviable appetite
i see my little one follow your words
your very movements, comforted by your smile
encouraged by your wit, and i am enthralled
by the loving heart of you
by the deepening hope of she
and by the knowledge
that we three together
will write this world anew