And Silent Silent Silent Go
 

And silent silent silent go
the last footsteps
of falling day
 

and silent silent silent fall
the glor’ious stars
of our decay
 

I stood nearby
affixed
in thought
as you peered through
the spying glass
 

to southern shores
dark blue
   beneath
       the fields
          and rolling
          hills of grass
 

I said to you
my friend
my love
one day these shores
will cease
to be
 

but you looked on
adrift
in thought
as the waves
   rolled forward
                  silently
 
  

 

 

Appeared in FIRE: No. 18 (Oxford, UK)



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