Posts tagged ‘letting go’

03/02/2013

Three Colours: Blue

 

The beads of simple, tinted glass:

Between each one the links of loss.

The music of their chimes when touched:

The glittered schisms, splitting light.

 

Each facet shines with bitter dreams.

Each angle cut betrays a past,

A slight, a trap, a loveless chill,

And yet a life which always was.

 

The threads which bind are rarely seen.

Beneath the beat, a universe;

Between the beads and solid earth

The scattered force of freedom’s cost.

 

The grief which comes with cutting loose

The bluest segments of the sky.

 

 

Response to the film Three Colours: Blue.

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15/12/2012

Song 8: Morning Hollow

 

Across the valley, through the trees,

The ruined graves and abbey walls.

A robin rolled its autumn song,

All else was silent, still and calm.

 

Our fractured memories slipped off down,

The pilgrim pathways of the past.

The hills and woodlands soaked our loss.

With every step we gave you up.

 

The morning hollow, evening void,

Your spirit dance and voice now hushed.

To earth or sky or water lost:

The nothing where the sadness was.

 

We stared across the changeless view:

The moors and rivers now held you.

 

 

Bolton Abbey, Yorkshire, where we thought of Morning Hollow by Sparklehorse.