Dream

The night was so still

the moon not quite full
I went walking in the dark
and drank my fill.
On the hill
high above the sea
I watched the world around me
as it sunk into sleep.
I wandered in and out
with drifting souls
offering dreams on platters
and their thoughts I stole.
I will turn these into pictures
and paint them bright colours
and gift them
as I would to a lover.
Then I will sleep
bright among the stars
and watch the world every night.

The Darling Water of February

The Darling water of February
Flowed over the stones
and into her bones
And the sun and the heat
It beat
Down on the ground
And she moved
And she stretched
And she groaned.
The air
I swear
It was everywhere.
Fresh and new
It blew
Around her
And knowledge grew.
Like the pale white petals of the blackthorn
Mother of the woods
Reminder of destiny
First tree of Spring.