The Morning

 
I awoke
knowing you had passed
absence was clearer
than Spica in waxing night
the morning sun
did not shine upon your skin
the coldness
forever in touch
with hands and lips
the silence of your charm
echo but a distant gasp
from the hole in my heart
 
 
I found you dancing
amongst the coastal heath
where Rabbit Orchids sigh
I sensed you rousing
in the blood I sipped
from iron earth vines
you kissed radiant tears
in the calm ocean breeze
my shining
every day in your presence
I am born again
silence into silence
endless within day and night
the mourning son eclipsed.