Splitting ends
30 July 2016

Call me soft
The weather beats me
To places
Hidden well
The surge will make gorges swell
Morrows’ promises
Keep me safe
From the falling stars
They hurtle
Like kingdoms
Thrown out of balancing act
Broken now the pact
We comb hairs
On blue maiden’s top
Splitting ends
Falling swift
Tenderly her gait we lift
As her tears we mop
Reading of the poem :

Tomorrow we sail – Eventide