Poetry by Moongoole Blog

The hallway is empty now
Where his pram had been standing
For the last four hours.
Harry is gone home,
And my soul bleeds through
Tight veins
Made reed thin by rain
Inside that escapes
From my
Eyes.

My arms are lighter now
After he had fallen asleep there
And woke refreshed.
Smiling when he rises,
When he rests, when his life
Confesses
Its innermost trust,
And covers me
With its
Love.

My heart is barren now
Before the night and the next
Till he calls round again.
Gaining in his fight with
Gravity, aiming for a head’s
Height in
Order to draw
Me more to
His blue
Eyes.


(C) Ian Goole | MoonGoole Blog

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