A cleave poem.
Photo ©Henry Mühlpfordt
In a thousand places/ the night’s sweet dark is over
Dawn breaks and shatters/ but memories still linger
Scattering shards of darkness/ among the crumpled sheets.
Above the hills / the last stars are fading
As the daylight grows/ and the first birds singing
The empty space yawns/ like a promise fulfilled.
I hear your footsteps/ walking down the winding road
The white gull cries/ on its way to the sea
And I know you have gone/ in the dewy morning
Leaving starlit memories/ forever my hand in yours.