Early morning walk
Did she have a lover all those years ago?
Would that cancel the truth of the years together?
I only know that here is the murmur of the waves,
And the spindly branches tremble on the trees
Where the morning light is thin, flimsy
The vagaries of auguries are spread out all over the antique branches
Of oak trees
And the birds sing gently together
This rising in the East is magical;
Maybe, this is my death day
Dawn peeps over the horizon
And her sadness is reflected in the sea,
And the calm of the sky.
The countryside shimmers under frost,
As I walk along this crumbling cliff edge,
Staring into the past, glancing at the future
The sun is not your messenger today but I read you nonetheless
Desires, memories, fears form labyrinths
Which I will not walk again.