<p>I The moon in a tea cosy twinkles at half mast our bones and eyes a sprinkle of stardust on the canvas of time She dances from swell to swell swaying from the rigging A tinkling of the whales’ windchimes The blue water of dawn filled the room. &n
I
The moon in a tea cosy
twinkles at half mast
our bones and eyes
a sprinkle of stardust on the canvas of time
She dances from swell to swell
swaying from the rigging
A tinkling of the whales’ windchimes
The blue water of dawn filled the room.
II
Lost ideas and blank books
paper mâché coffins
Where did Eternity go?
I’ve come back with the inability
to manage Time
The moon is running late
he has heard from neither sister
III
I found Time
she was nestled away
warming her hands
on the ocean’s depths
Eternity’s glass eyes pass us by
searching for a place to settle
But Time, she wants to stay still
just for a few minutes longer